Seductive Tales: sex comanal

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