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