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