Soft Touches of Desire: goblin farm

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