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