my old ass soundtrack: Adventures That Will Captivate, Inspire, and Excite

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