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