Ebony Anal Queens #02 - Lala Ivey & Rion King

Lala Ivey works the espresso machine like she owns it. All day she watches this guy, Rion King, parked at the corner table with his laptop open and not a single refill in sight. She catches him once, twice, and every time his screen glows with the same thing—raw anal pounding in HD. When he finally scares off the last quiet customer, Lala storms over, tells him the café isn’t his personal jerk-off lounge. Rion shrugs, claims he’s just using the Wi-Fi. That’s when she drops the bomb: she used to be hooked on the exact same stuff, so hooked she got canned from three straight jobs. Curiosity flickers in his eyes. He asks what gets her off. She doesn’t blink. Anal. Turns out that’s precisely what’s playing on his screen. They lean in, hands sliding under denim and cotton, fingering, stroking, breathing heavier with every thrust on the display. Before long fingers aren’t enough. Rion’s hand cups the thick curve of her ass, and Lala’s hips rock forward, hungry. They’re grinding against each other in the empty café, her natural tits pressed to his chest, both of them chasing the same filthy high they used to only watch.