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