Uncovering the Mysteries of saku the covert agent

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