The Grace of yiff pron

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