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