I Spy With My Little Guy - Elias Cash & River Lynn

River Lynn flips her phone on, squats low for a gym clip that hawks her long legs and tight cheeks like bait in a window. Elias catches the whole routine from the hallway, half-hidden, watching her bend and stretch. She spots his shadow, calls him out without missing a beat: "Stop lurking like a scared dog—get in here and enjoy the view." Flushed, he obeys, drops onto the rug just inches from her glutes as they flex through reps that feel aimed right at his face. The minute the red light dies she spots the tent in his shorts. "Poor guy," she chuckles, eyeing the bulge, "time for that cock to hit its own circuit." She palms him through the fabric, wraps fingers around the heat, strokes once, slow, daring him to look away. He doesn’t.