Juniper’s not wasting any time… just as soon as she’s slid down against the side of that picturesque cabin, she’s pulling her top down, letting her breasts free as she reaches between her legs and answers that aching call. I can feel the warmth of the late afternoon through the screen, the full silence of the golden hour. Juniper seems connected to it too, her warmth rising to meet the day, spilling over onto the dusty wooden deck.