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