Sensual Beauty: hideen sex

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