arouse a man: Adventures Beyond Imagination, Mystery, and Hope

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