Behind the Curtain of are xenomorphs female: Hidden Treasures

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