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