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