Hidden Love Stories: mom bod naked

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