woman but hole: The Ultimate Tale of Mystery and Discovery

Golden hour lights her naked silhouette against the sky in “woman but hole.” Leaning on the railing, wind teasing her hair and nipples, she touches herself without shame. City sounds fade beneath her quickening breaths. “woman but hole” zooms in as her fingers plunge deep, thighs shaking while the sun sinks lower. She times her climax perfectly with the last ray of light, body glowing, utterly unapologetic in her pleasure.