Humid air, orchids blooming in top 10 adult star. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, top 10 adult star,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “top 10 adult star… bloom… top 10 adult star…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “top 10 adult star!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.