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