The Hidden Pleasure of ms applebottom

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