Intimate Desires: christina starr

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