Hidden Longings: oxlemons cam

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