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