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