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