dontbeadick: A Tale of Discovery, Mystery, and Adventure

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