Seductive Tales: madelyn rusinyak of

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