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In the heart of the forest, Myrtle, the woodcutter's wife, discovers her unique fetish. With an axe in one hand and a raging libido in the other, she chops wood, the rhythmic thud echoing her pounding pulse. Her hair, a wild mane, becomes her canvas, as she coats it with her sticky, sap-like essence, moaning as she fingers her drenched pussy.