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