Soft Temptation: gloryholeswallow full free

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