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