Intimate Reflections of ivy the character pregnant

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