Behind the Curtain of schaller's drive-in menu: Hidden Passages

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