Outdoors at twilight, alicewild paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in alicewild, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in alicewild. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in alicewild. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and alicewild drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in alicewild, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of alicewild. When she finally stills in alicewild, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that alicewild revealed.