shion utsu: Adventures That Will Leave You Breathless

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