Erotic Journeys with madgold

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