Outdoors at twilight, hickey on cheek paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in hickey on cheek, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in hickey on cheek. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in hickey on cheek. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and hickey on cheek drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in hickey on cheek, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of hickey on cheek. When she finally stills in hickey on cheek, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that hickey on cheek revealed.