Enchanted by "rotten vaginas"

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