excogi chloe begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and excogi chloe adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In excogi chloe, 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 excogi chloe. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of excogi chloe. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in excogi chloe, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—excogi chloe captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in excogi chloe, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. excogi chloe is summer incarnate.