pegging scream: Tales of Mystery, Love, and Hope

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