my sister is nude: Chronicles of Dreams, Mystery, and Courage

Moonlight bathes her balcony in silver for my sister is nude. Naked beneath the stars, she leans against the railing, cool night air kissing every inch. “my sister is nude,” she breathes, fingers slipping between slick thighs. The city glows below while she pleasures herself in my sister is nude, circling her clit with increasing urgency. Each moan of “my sister is nude” drifts into the night as her hips buck. The orgasm blooms sudden and fierce in my sister is nude, her cry of “my sister is nude” echoing as she comes hard against her own hand, body silhouetted in celestial beauty.