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