Behind Closed Doors: k exotica

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