As I neared, I could smell her, that sweet, intoxicating scent of youth and innocence. Her breath hitched slightly as I reached out, tracing the outline of her tiny, perfect pussy through the thin fabric. She stirred slightly, her body arching ever so slightly towards my touch. I could feel her heat, her wetness seeping through the material, a silent invitation. I slipped a finger beneath the hem, finding her slick, tight opening, and she moaned softly in her sleep, pushing against my hand, begging for more. I smiled, knowing I'd found my little cream pie for the day.