Bikini straps slip down her shoulders, pale tits bouncing free under the trees. One hand grips a thick branch for balance, the other dives between her thighs. She arches into it, hips rolling like she’s already riding something thick. Grass stains her knees as she sinks lower, fingers working in slow circles while her mouth hangs open. The forest hums around her—no one else in sight, just the sound of her breath and the rustle of leaves.