Behind the Scenes of Desire: "han solo it's not my fault"

Nighttime in “han solo it's not my fault”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “han solo it's not my fault” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “han solo it's not my fault” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “han solo it's not my fault” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.