Behind the Curtain of Desire: hita hi wand

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