me follo a mimadre: A Journey Full of Surprises, Mystery, and Courage

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