Loving the Essence of "sdmm-173"

Golden hour bathes the sunflower field where sdmm-173 unfolds. She walks naked between the towering blooms, petals brushing her skin like lovers. In sdmm-173, 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 sdmm-173. Bees hum around her moaning form, unafraid. When she comes in sdmm-173, 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 sdmm-173.