ヴァルキリー エロ: A Tale of Dreams, Adventures, and Discovery

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