Moments of Temptation in "angela white dainty wilder"

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