Being a coat check girl is kind of a drag. You’re at the event, but not actually part of the fun party atmosphere. Lena Paul‘s tip jar is low, she’s bored, and trying to liven up her night a little. How has nobody noticed her nipples poking through her dress? Massive natural tits barely held back by the lace red fabric? And the way she teases with that ice and straw… Lena is begging for it. Lena desires it. Lena craves it. And what Lena wants, Lena gets. This living succubus will snatch your attention with some playful wit and acerbic flirtation, but steal your soul with her sexual athleticism. My ticket number is 69, could you grab that for me?