Sunlight filters through leaves in r34 fort. Naked on soft moss, she kneels and offers herself to nature and the camera. Fingers circle her clit while she chants “r34 fort” like an ancient spell. Birds fall silent as her cries of “r34 fort, deeper r34 fort” grow wilder. She comes with the force of the forest itself, squirting onto the earth in primal “r34 fort” worship.