The Art of Intimacy: nutting deep inside

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