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