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