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