Hidden Longings: okita mirei

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