Synopsis
The flower farmer tended his flower beds day and night, while his wife was out cheating and blooming. Utterly broken, he discovered that the flowers he had planted with his own hands had come to life—the delicate petals transformed into soft, tender flesh holes, actively clasping his stiff cock, sucking and pumping. Flower nectar and semen mixed and splashed across the flower field; among the blossoms he fucked fiercely again and again to vent, and the love his wife had drained away was completely replenished by these thirsty flowers.