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In the dim glow of the nightlight, an unseen presence creeps into your bed, their breath warm on your ear, "I've been watching you." You gasp, heart pounding, as a hand slides down your stomach, fingers finding your damp panties. They stroke you through the fabric, your breath hitching as you listen to their soft moans. The stranger slowly pulls your panties aside, their fingers slipping inside you, curling expertly. You bite your lip to suppress a moan, your hips moving in rhythm. They whisper, "Come for me," and you do, your body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over you.