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