Aila Donovan finds a much better way to unwind by inviting the delivery man between her legs for his tip
After getting stood up, Aila Donovan scraps her lame date night and orders a late-night delivery to stuff her face and rub out her frustration alone. The second she yanks open the door, though, her plans go up in smoke—the delivery guy is a ripped, cocky stud whose tight uniform can't hide the thick bulge already twitching for her. She drags him inside, drops to her knees, and gives him a sloppy, dripping “personal tip†that leaves his load splattered down her throat instead of a lousy app rating.
