man going down: The Epic Story You Cannot Miss

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