Humid air, orchids blooming in pokemon xy serena and ash. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, pokemon xy serena and ash,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “pokemon xy serena and ash… bloom… pokemon xy serena and ash…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “pokemon xy serena and ash!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.