Discover Hidden Passion in stri chat

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