Revealing Hidden Passion and Desire in kenzie bay

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