Behind the Curtain of the power of the pussy: Moments Unveiled

Library after hours—the power of the pussy smells like old books and forbidden desire. She’s perched on a mahogany ladder in nothing but glasses and a pleated skirt. In the power of the pussy, 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 the power of the pussy. The only sounds are soft page-turn gasps and the wet rhythm of her pleasure. When she comes in the power of the pussy, she bites her lip so hard to stay silent that a tiny drop of blood appears—perfect punctuation. the power of the pussy is every fantasy you ever had between the stacks.