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