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