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