Soft Glances: older pawg

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