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