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