Double Drilling Daniela

Renato and Zack are glued to the TV, beers in hand, yelling at the screen like it's their own couch and crown. Daniela watches the guys, already switched off from the game. Chips bag crinkles in her lap, but that's not what she's hungry for. She waits a beat, then flashes both of them a look that says fuck the score. Quiet as a dare, she gets up, skirt riding higher than it should, and walks off slow. The moment her ass disappears into the kitchen the plan hits like sweat on their necks - she's gonna trade the game for a different kind of playtime. Soon as she steps back in, empty-handed and smiling, it's clear the real snack on the table is her.