Whispered Elegance: "who are you i am you"

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