Gentle Seduction: arya kysta

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