did you just come inside me: A Tale That Will Captivate Your Imagination

“did you just come inside me” is morning light through lace curtains. She wakes tangled in white sheets, hair wild, skin warm. The first thing “did you just come inside me” shows is her hand slipping beneath cotton panties already soaked from dreams. Lazy circles turn urgent; fabric darkens under her touch. She kicks the sheet away, knees falling open, giving “did you just come inside me” an unobstructed view of fingers plunging in and out, thumb relentless on her clit. Sunbeams dance across trembling thighs. In “did you just come inside me”, she comes quietly at first—then louder, back bowing off the mattress, crying “did you just come inside me” like a prayer into the empty room as pulses milk her fingers dry.