Outdoors at twilight, krista hall paints her naked against nature. Fireflies dance as she lies back on soft grass in krista hall, legs falling open like an offering. The cooling air kisses her heated skin while her fingers work magic in krista hall. Every rustle of leaves accompanies her rising moans in krista hall. She uses both hands now—one teasing her nipples to stiff peaks, the other plunging deep—and krista hall drinks in every second. The sky darkens above her as pleasure crests in krista hall, her back bowing off the ground in a silent scream that becomes the loudest moment in all of krista hall. When she finally stills in krista hall, stars reflect in her eyes, and you’re left worshipping the goddess that krista hall revealed.