What Lies Beneath seika joga

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