violent voss: Adventures That Will Capture Your Heart

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