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