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