becky xoxo: A Story That Will Leave You Breathless

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