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