The sun hadn't even properly peeked that morning when Azaria began feeling her body burning up. She was still deep in sleep, lost in dreams she couldn't even recall. Her mind was lost, unable to grasp why her body was acting the way that it was when a soft moan escaped her lips without her realising just when it had slipped out. It was involuntary and caused a shiver of sensation that jolted her awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she blinked, trying to clear the lingering fog of sleep that muddled her brain. A strange, intense feeling pulsed between her legs, making her breath hitch and another moan, hoarse this time, escaped her.
She instinctively tried to close her thighs, to understand where the pressure was coming from, but something wouldn't let her. Something was wedged there and kept her from pulling her legs together to stop the onslaught of never ending pleasure.
