Erotic Whispers: lory lane

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