The Untold Stories and Secrets of intercourse position Unfolded

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