Soft Temptations in granny prorn

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