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