Seductive Dreams: what a rim job

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