amily willis begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and amily willis adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In amily willis, she lets the shirt fall open, sunlight painting gold across her breasts. Kneeling among the greenery, she trails a single vine leaf down her body before her own fingers take over in amily willis. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of amily willis. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in amily willis, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—amily willis captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in amily willis, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. amily willis is summer incarnate.