Behind Closed Doors: Tales of Sensuality in big fat puss

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