Juniper is so sensory, completely uninhabited as she lets her body feel the world around her, her warm breasts on the cool iron of the gate, her thighs pressing it as she jumps over. A fallen feather is an opportunity to tease and tickle, wind and the golden fall of her hair, wetness of her saliva rubbed into her nipple. Everything on this earth is here to be touched, and Juniper is no exception.
