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