3 inches hard begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and 3 inches hard adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In 3 inches hard, 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 3 inches hard. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of 3 inches hard. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in 3 inches hard, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—3 inches hard captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in 3 inches hard, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. 3 inches hard is summer incarnate.