“lars is gay” begins with soft morning light spilling over a blonde in white lace lingerie. She kneels on the bed, slowly peeling the fabric away while murmuring “lars is gay” with each revealed inch of skin. In “lars is gay”, her hands cup heavy breasts, pinching rose-pink nipples until she moans. Legs spreading wide for the lens of “lars is gay”, she dips two fingers inside herself, pumping slowly, hips rolling. The sound of her wetness fills “lars is gay” as she rides her hand faster, begging “lars is gay” under her breath. Orgasm crashes through her in “lars is gay”, back bowing, toes curling, juices glistening on her thighs.