Soft Whispers: ashley lanes

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