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