Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where cori lee ray unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In cori lee ray, she drops to the earth, crushing flowers beneath her back, their scent exploding with every grind against her own hand. Pollen dusts her thighs gold as she works a glass dildo in and out, sunlight glinting off slick curves in cori lee ray. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in cori lee ray, her cry scatters birds from the field; petals rain down on sweat-slick skin like applause. She stays there long after, crowned in yellow, goddess of cori lee ray.