Imogen and Mikey Hot to Trot

In spite of his tearful moping Mikey seems to have got over Grace pretty quickly. For someone who acted like a forlorn lover he's bounced back miraculously after less than a week and a half. The object of his new affections? Welsh bore Imogen. The couple spent time flirting and playing around today enjoying general lameness with one another.

Imogen started the teenesque nonsense by straddling Mikey and giving him a massage. "You're good," Mikey moaned as Imogen began rubbing him down and he creamed his pants. "Don't lie. I'm shit," she giggled like a schoolgirl. "You're wicked," Mikey carried on as he lay in his own rapidly cooling cum patch. A bit later and the two were on the beanbags stroking each others' fingers. Mikey didn't even bother to cover up his semen stained shorts. "I love it. This is so nice," Imogen purred as she squirted woman juice from her hairy gash. "Did you really like that massage?"

"It was dead mint," Mikey went on drawing circles in the puddle Imogen's spray made with his toes. "I was slobbering and everything." The two then tried playing thumb wars, but Mikey was immediately disadvantaged as he found it impossible to retrieve either of his from his puckered asshole.