In a dimly lit room, Tiny Tina lies on her stomach, her petite frame relaxing under Michael Fly's expert touch. He works his way down her back, his hands slick with oil, tracing the curve of her spine. Tina's breath hitches as he reaches her ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before delving between her thighs. She gasps, arching her back as he finds her clit, his fingers slipping easily into her wet folds. Tina's body trembles with pleasure, her moans muffled by the pillow as Michael brings her to the brink of orgasm, only to slow his pace, prolonging her torment.