Behind the Scenes of facesitting in the pool: Secrets Revealed

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