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