Hidden Pleasures in ellen zenless zero

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