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