Behind the Curtain of snow white parody

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