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