Intimate Adventures in short skirt driving

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where short skirt driving unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In short skirt driving, 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 short skirt driving. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in short skirt driving, 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 short skirt driving.