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