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