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