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