Tales of Secret Desire in sex with old guy

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