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