RB's fingers tease her nipples, hardening them into taut peaks beneath the thin fabric. She wriggles out of her nightgown, the cool air kissing her naked flesh, setting her skin alight with goosebumps. Her hand travels south, finding the heat between her legs. She's wet, her body aching for release. She strokes herself, her hips rising to meet her touch. The room fills with the wet sounds of her pussy, her moans echoing in the silent house. She's a woman unleashed, her bedtime story one of carnal desire, her goodnight a whispered promise of more.