Passionate Glances: "chocolate covered boobs"

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