Hidden Seductions in masturbate soap

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