Destiny Mira's ballerina-like grace is on full display as she washes the day's sweat from her lithe body. Mick Blue enters, his eyes tracing the lines of her form. He presses against her, his hardness evident. They kiss, passionately, as Destiny's hands roam Mick's body. She turns, bracing herself against the wall as Mick enters her from behind. The sound of their wet flesh slapping together fills the room. They move to the bed, Destiny straddling Mick, her hips rolling as she rides him. Mick's hands grip her ass, pulling her down as he thrusts up, burying himself deep inside her. He pulls out, his cock throbbing as he shoots his load onto Destiny's waiting face.