Nighttime in “that 70s show parody”: only moonlight illuminates her naked body on the balcony. Cool air hardens nipples while “that 70s show parody” follows her hand trailing downward. She leans against the railing, fingers working furiously between spread legs as “that 70s show parody” records breathless whispers of pleasure. The risk of being seen heightens every stroke until “that 70s show parody” captures her muffled scream into her own arm as waves of climax crash over her moonlit skin.