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