Behind the Curtain of headscissor bj: Stories Never Told

Rain taps the window in “headscissor bj” as a curvy ebony beauty strips out of wet clothes. “headscissor bj” worships every curve while she warms herself by the fire. Kneeling on a rug in “headscissor bj”, she spreads knees wide, fingers diving into slick heat with abandon. The storm matches her pace in “headscissor bj”—lightning flashing as she rubs furious circles, hips bucking. A primal scream rips from her throat in “headscissor bj” when she comes, body shaking, juices dripping down trembling thighs. “headscissor bj” ends with her smiling into the flames, utterly sated.