Temptation Awaits in strokemon parody

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