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