Lala Ivey’s slinging coffee like it’s no big thing until she catches Rion King glued to his laptop all day. He’s hogging the Wi-Fi, sure, but the second his screen flashes full-on anal, another guy bolts. That’s the last straw. Lala storms over, tells him to knock it off. Rion shrugs, claims he’s not breaking any rules. She fires back that she used to be the same kind of degenerate—got canned from three jobs because she couldn’t stop watching. Rion’s ears perk up. What kind? She admits it: anal gets her dripping. Turns out that’s exactly what’s on his screen. They sneak a few glances, hands drifting south, but fingers on each other feel way better. Rion’s palm cups her round ass, squeezing like he owns it, and the real show starts right there behind the counter.
Lala Ivey’s slinging coffee like it’s no big thing until she catches Rion King glued to his laptop all day. He’s hogging the Wi-Fi, sure, but the second his screen flashes full-on anal, another guy bolts. That’s the last straw. Lala storms over, tells him to knock it off. Rion shrugs, claims he’s not breaking any rules. She fires back that she used to be the same kind of degenerate—got canned from three jobs because she couldn’t stop watching. Rion’s ears perk up. What kind? She admits it: anal gets her dripping. Turns out that’s exactly what’s on his screen. They sneak a few glances, hands drifting south, but fingers on each other feel way better. Rion’s palm cups her round ass, squeezing like he owns it, and the real show starts right there behind the counter.