Compliment her while talking about her plants

"Hey, Mrs. Doe," you try to say smoothly, making a show of devouring her exposed skin. "Nice to see you." You add. She bites her lip and shifts her stance, her thighs parting for a brief second and her surprising dark outer pussy lips appeared and disappeared.

"Well hello, Jason," she purrs and positions herself so her plant is between you and her and then starts humming just loud enough to be heard, right where she stopped before. The words resonated in your head.

"I want to fuck you like an animal."

"Nice bush," you say, trying to keep your cool. She smirks and spreads her thighs, the plant barely hiding her pussy, but the jet black tuft of fur above it was visible.

"This little thing?" she asked, sounding innocent. "Why, Jason, it's barely a bush at all. Just a little something something to draw the eye..." she said and started watering the plant. She put the spout right near the soil and kept humming.

"How do you know when it's wet enough?" you ask, stepping closer.

"That's my secret, Jason, I keep it wet all the time. The fresh water is just to make sure that the thick...root...stays good and....soaking wet...." she bites her lip and sets the watering can down. Her hands reached inside her silk kimono and rested on her hips, pushing it wide open. Her nipples were in plain view now, way darker than the pink you were expecting, thick and long as you hoped they'd be after years of oogling them as they rented whatever she was wearing.

"You make sure all the roots are good and soaked, Mrs. Doe?"

"Mmmmmm. Maybe not all of them...not yet..."

That made your dick throb and buck so hard that it jumped out of your shorts. Her eyes went wide for a second and a succubus like grin split her lips. Both of you took a step around the table with the plant on it.

"Mmmmm....matter of fact, I see one now that I've been neglecting. That looks like a fucking shame," she purrs.

"Well," you say, pushing your shorts down and stepping out of them, closing the distance. "How does that song go?"

She laughed a throaty chortle and it was the dirtiest most lustful sound you've heard a human voice make.

"I. Want. You. To. Fuck. Me. Like. An. Animal," she almost growled, taking a step forward and reaching for your cock. "I. Want. To. Feel. This. From. The. Inside."

Her touch was electric and it made your knees almost buckle. Way better than the cheerleaders give hand and blow jobs under the bleachers at school. Right before your brain melted in tingling pleasure, you manage to squeak out, "those aren't the right words."

"Oh no," she breathed. "Did I get the words to be favorite song wrong? You'll have to punish me..." she said and before your hands auto-piloted to her skin, she turned, keeping your dick in hand and started stroking you while using your root as a leash. She was heading to the bedrooms.