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