The Art of Romance: cece rose pov

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