Tales of Desire Captured in hazelmay

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