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