Blue lace panties get yanked down to her ankles as she squats deep in the dirt, palms pressing into the damp earth. The black top rides up, exposing a thick ass that wiggles as she shifts position. Fingers dig into the soil for balance while her thighs part wider, pussy already glistening in the afternoon light. She’s not just squatting — she’s setting up for something bigger, her breath coming fast through parted lips. The garden hums around her, alive with rustling leaves and the distant sound of traffic. Her hips rock in slow circles, testing the ground beneath her before she drops lower—
