The Secret Garden of "the day of.the jackal"

Nighttime in “the day of.the jackal”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “the day of.the jackal” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “the day of.the jackal” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “the day of.the jackal” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.