Intimate Moments in tennis ball prostate

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