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