You Can Move This

Michael Fly sits on the sofa, his leg bandaged up as he lounges with a game controller in hand and bags of crisps scattered around—he’s clearly been playing for hours. Natasha Rios walks in, carrying ... Michael Fly sits on the sofa, his leg bandaged up as he lounges with a game controller in hand and bags of crisps scattered around—he’s clearly been playing for hours. Natasha Rios walks in, carrying the food, her eyes sparkling as she notices him. “How are you feeling, darling? I’m back,” she says, setting the groceries on the table. As she begins unloading, Natasha pulls out a cucumber, holding it up and giving it a knowing look. “You know what that reminds me of? It reminds me that we haven’t had sex in two weeks with this leg nonsense.” She laughs, slowly approaching him, her hips swaying seductively. She kneels in front of him, her hands gently rubbing his cock through his trousers. “Relax, darling, I’ll do the rest,” she whispers before sliding his pants down and giving him a deep, slow blowjob. As she undresses, she straddles him, riding him in cowgirl while teasing his cock and playing with his trousers. They switch to reverse cowgirl, Natasha bouncing on top until both of them reach their climaxes. Once they’re done, they relax for a few moments, and Natasha picks up the game controller, casually resuming the game, a satisfied smile on her face. Read More