r34 dog begins in a sun-drenched loft filled with plants. She’s barefoot in nothing but an oversized linen shirt, and r34 dog adores how the fabric brushes her thighs as she moves. In r34 dog, 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 r34 dog. The slow, deliberate circles she draws grow slick under the lens of r34 dog. Her head falls back against a monstera leaf as the first orgasm ripples through her in r34 dog, soft and sun-soaked. A second, stronger wave follows almost immediately—r34 dog captures every tremor. When she finally smiles lazily at the camera in r34 dog, dewdrops of sweat glisten like morning on her skin. r34 dog is summer incarnate.