alex mecum william seed: Chronicles of Dreams, Discovery, and Courage

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