Passionate Whispers: sex scene of love

sex scene of love begins at 3:17 a.m. in a hotel suite. City glow through half-open blinds stripes her restless body. She can’t sleep, so sex scene of love becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In sex scene of love, she pushes them aside instead of removing them—impatient, perfect. Two fingers, then three, stretching, curling, until the headboard thumps rhythmically against the wall. When she finally comes in sex scene of love, it’s with a muffled scream into the pillow, whole body shaking so hard the mattress springs sing. Dawn finds her asleep in tangled sheets, panties still twisted to the side—proof that sex scene of love worked better than any sleeping pill.