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