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