Behind the Curtain of paulamelons: Stories Never Told Before

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