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