雨 に 消え た 向日葵: Chronicles of Dreams, Love, and Courage

“雨 に 消え た 向日葵” is all elegance: a raven-haired woman in heels and pearls, nothing else. In “雨 に 消え た 向日葵” she sits on a grand piano, legs wide, using the smooth handle of a hairbrush as a dildo. The contrast in “雨 に 消え た 向日葵” between refined setting and raw masturbation is intoxicating. Her cultured moans echo in “雨 に 消え た 向日葵” until she shatters, elegant composure lost in shuddering climax.