"I'm no fairy-tale princess," confesses Josephine, tossing her long, raven-black hair. "I'm more the evil enchantress type. I always want – no, need – to get my own way, and I usually succeed." She trails a hand over her perfect breasts, then down along her flat belly to her shaved pussy. "You think magic isn't real?" she asks, as her hazel eyes gaze unblinking into the camera. "A girl like me doesn't need a wand – I have plenty other ways to cast my spell." With one wet thrust, two of her fingers disappear inside of her tight snatch… and we're immediately transfixed and under her spell.