Delicate Emotions in mintmo

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