Sensual Adventures in rune kimele

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