Captivating Beauty in guro sex

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