leg strap on: Tales of Hope, Mystery, and Triumph

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where leg strap on unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In leg strap on, she drops to the earth, crushing flowers beneath her back, their scent exploding with every grind against her own hand. Pollen dusts her thighs gold as she works a glass dildo in and out, sunlight glinting off slick curves in leg strap on. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in leg strap on, her cry scatters birds from the field; petals rain down on sweat-slick skin like applause. She stays there long after, crowned in yellow, goddess of leg strap on.