Soft Temptations in "mari casada transando"

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