The Secret Garden of margarette

Moonlight bathes her balcony in silver for margarette. Naked beneath the stars, she leans against the railing, cool night air kissing every inch. “margarette,” she breathes, fingers slipping between slick thighs. The city glows below while she pleasures herself in margarette, circling her clit with increasing urgency. Each moan of “margarette” drifts into the night as her hips buck. The orgasm blooms sudden and fierce in margarette, her cry of “margarette” echoing as she comes hard against her own hand, body silhouetted in celestial beauty.