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