In the dim glow of the bedroom, a curious hand reaches out, tracing the fabric of a nightie, feeling the warmth and dampness beneath. "What are you doing?" a voice whispers, breath hitching as fingers find their way under the hem, rubbing against the soft, smooth skin, pausing at the wetness. "Shhh," a reply, as the hand continues, rubbing, exploring, the sound of wet pussy growing louder, a clit throbbing with need.