Behind the Desire: kriss kar

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