Tired and ready for bed, Treshi is startled by whispered commands echoing in her mind. Her body responds instantly, her pussy growing wet, dampening her shorts. She squirms, fingers brushing against her now-sensitive clit through the thin fabric. The friction sends jolts of pleasure, her nipples hardening, aching for touch. She can't resist, slowly rubbing her pussy, feeling the wetness spread. Her shorts are no longer just damp; they're drenched, clinging to her skin, outlining her lips. She's torn between shame and desire, her body yearning for more.