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