Inside the Passionate World of chun li costume red

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