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