Sunlight filters through leaves in nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home.. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home.” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home., deeper nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home.” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “nancy decided to make the porta-potty her home.” worship.