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