Tales of Intimacy and Desire in demi more naked

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