Discover Hidden Erotic Sensuality in our first three some

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