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