Behind the Curtain of jak and jills: Private Adventures

Library after hours, only emergency lights. jak and jills finds her perched on the oak table between stacks of ancient books. Skirt rucked up, no panties—because planning. She trails a leather-bound volume down her chest, then uses its spine to part her folds in jak and jills. The blasphemy makes her wetter. Pages rustle as she grinds against centuries of knowledge. When she trades the book for a crystal wand hidden in her bag, the silence of jak and jills breaks with her unrestrained cries echoing down corridors of literature. Coming surrounded by millions of words yet unable to form a single one, she marks her favorite volume forever—proof that jak and jills is the most dangerous story ever told.