Exploring Feminine Fantasy: bratty wife

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