Tales of Romance and Sensuality in mi puta esposa

Library after hours—mi puta esposa smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In mi puta esposa, she selects a volume of Anaïs Nin, reads a passage aloud, then lets the book fall so both hands are free. Skirt flipped up, she rides her own fingers while surrounded by centuries of quiet knowledge in mi puta esposa. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in mi puta esposa, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. mi puta esposa is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.