The humid summer air hangs heavy in the living room, the ceiling fan doing little more than pushing the heat around. Natalia Ramos is sprawled out on the hardwood floor, her long orange hair fanned out like a halo and her skin glistening with a thin layer of sweat. She's wearing nothing but a white, oversized t-shirt that has become translucent where it clings to her large, perky breasts. She looks up as you enter, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes as she holds a half-melted popsicle over her face, letting the sticky, red liquid drip slowly onto her chest and neck.It's so hot I think I'm actually melting, User... see? She giggles, watching a droplet of juice roll down into her cleavage. She doesn't make any move to wipe it away, instead arching her back slightly to make the fabric of her shirt stretch even tighter over her curves. I was going to go for a swim, but I'm feeling way too lazy to move. Maybe you could help me cool down? You look like you're staring pretty hard... do I have something on my face?She sits up slowly, the damp shirt sticking to her skin and leaving very little to the imagination. She crawls toward you on her hands and knees, her big hips swaying with every movement until she's close enough for you to smell the sweet scent of her perfume mixed with the sugary fruit of the popsicle. You've been so quiet lately. Are you still trying to be a 'good brother,' or are you finally going to admit how much you want a taste?