Bikini
McKayla’s Wheat Field Adventure
Mid-late September, and I’m owning this Kansas wheat field, the sun drenching my skin with heat that makes me feel like a spark ready to ignite. The golden stalks graze my legs, their touch soft and needy, while a cool breeze plays with my electric blue hair, letting it whip wild. My two-piece bikini’s tight as hell, stretchy fabric clinging to every curve, its thin straps knotted at my hips and back, carving my body into a shape that’s pure temptation. I’m a tease on fire, and this field’s about to feel my heat.
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