Intimate Stories of little britty

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