Stories of Love and Sensuality: doctor holly halston

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