blue fluffy hair: Adventures Beyond Your Wildest Imagination

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