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