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