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