Behind the Fantasy: caught sleeping naked

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where caught sleeping naked unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In caught sleeping naked, 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 caught sleeping naked. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in caught sleeping naked, 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 caught sleeping naked.