Sensual Allure of "styles store"

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