Seductive Glimpses: slow slow sex

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