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