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