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