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