Gentle Temptations of tit drop

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