The Secret Charm of hublk 022

Humid air, orchids blooming in hublk 022. Naked among the plants, mist dripping from leaves, she presses herself against cool glass. “Grow for me, hublk 022,” she whispers, sliding slick fingers inside while vines brush her nipples. The greenhouse fills with wet sounds and breathless “hublk 022… bloom… hublk 022…” until the orgasm bursts—she squirts onto fertile soil, crying “hublk 022!” as flowers seem to open wider in sympathy.