hard ejaculation begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and hard ejaculation adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In hard ejaculation, she lets the shirt fall open, sunlight painting gold across her breasts. Kneeling among the greenery, she trails a single vine leaf down her body before her own fingers take over in hard ejaculation. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of hard ejaculation. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in hard ejaculation, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—hard ejaculation captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in hard ejaculation, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. hard ejaculation is summer incarnate.