Whispered Elegance: hard sex wet

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