Unlocking Sensuality in cubby pussy

cubby pussy 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 cubby pussy becomes her lullaby. Slow, almost lazy circles over silk panties gradually soak the fabric dark. In cubby pussy, 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 cubby pussy, 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 cubby pussy worked better than any sleeping pill.