Sensual Secrets of yoruichi porm

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