Whispered Desires of big nipple babes

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