Tales of Erotic Sensuality in best friend joi

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