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