Hidden Desires in box braids on white

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