Behind the Curtain of miles morales and gwen: Secret Pleasures Uncovered

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