Moonlight bathes her balcony in silver for growers not showers. Naked beneath the stars, she leans against the railing, cool night air kissing every inch. “growers not showers,” she breathes, fingers slipping between slick thighs. The city glows below while she pleasures herself in growers not showers, circling her clit with increasing urgency. Each moan of “growers not showers” drifts into the night as her hips buck. The orgasm blooms sudden and fierce in growers not showers, her cry of “growers not showers” echoing as she comes hard against her own hand, body silhouetted in celestial beauty.