Sophie and Mark were fast asleep in their bedroom, the soft hum of the air conditioner weaving through the distant chirp of crickets outside. Moonlight slipped through the blinds, casting silver streaks across the bed, painting Sophie's body in a soft, ethereal glow. She lay on her side, facing Mark, her curves draped in a sheer, black Shein nightie that hugged her, the fabric so thin it was practically transparent.
The lace hem barely kissed the tops of her thighs, teasing the smooth, creamy skin of her legs, while the plunging neckline clung to her full, heavy breasts, the thin straps slipping off her shoulders as she breathed softly in sleep, exposing the swell of her cleavage. Her nipples, dark and hard from the cool air, pressed against the lace, visible through the delicate material, her body a vision of raw, inviting allure.
