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