The girl is sitting on the field, with flowers in her hands
The room is dim. There is a lamp and a book on the table
In Sweden, in a field where small grass grows, there is a big stone, there is a small house behind it, a forest, ancient trees grow there and the sky is a soft blue color
The murmuring and running of the stream is like the chirping of children
She covered her pussy with her leg, but the energy is rushing