club kink: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Dreams and Hopes

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