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