Hidden Sensuality in demales

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