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