alexi tae: Chronicles of Adventure and Discovery

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