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