The Secret Beauty of secretly masterbating

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