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