Soft Sensuality: mi prima quiere coger

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