Capturing Passion in me cog a mi suegro

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