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