Tales of Desire and Romance in wife wants breeding

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