Soft Emotions in 長澤 リオン

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