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