Sammy's Sleepy Surprised

Midnight's darkness envelops the bedroom as Sammy stirs beneath tangled sheets—her body responding to an urgent need, her desperation growing. Instead of getting up and going to the bathroom she lets go, wetting her bed.

The warm gush soaks through her pajama bottoms and seeps into the mattress around her hips, creating a dark stain that spreads with each shift of her body. Rather than rushing to clean up, Sammy's hands trail down her stomach with deliberate slowness—fingers dipping below the waistband of her soaked clothing as she explores the dampened material.

Her breathing deepens as arousal replaces any potential embarrassment, fingers moving more insistently between her legs through the wet fabric. The contrast between innocence and intent becomes increasingly provocative as Sammy pleasures herself unabashedly in her accidental mess—a private moment made for our voyeuristic pleasure alone.