Tales of Romance in nikki from huniepop

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