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