The third night arrived with a storm.
Thunder rolled softly beyond the glass roof of the greenhouse as heavy rain lashed the panes. Inside, the air was thick, humid, and sweet with the scent of nectar, s*x, and blooming flowers. Every vine, every petal glowed with an inner light, pulsing in time with Lila’s racing heartbeat.
She had been kept on the edge for nearly twenty-four hours.
The thick vine still filled her cunt, slowly thrusting. The heavy fruit inside her womb had grown even larger, visibly rounding her lower belly. The flowering vine in her ass bloomed continuously, its soft petals vibrating against her inner walls. The n****e suckers drank without pause, keeping her breasts swollen and aching. She had come countless times, each orgasm feeding the garden until the entire gree
