The Secret Garden of mafer shops only

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