The GameStop air hums with the buzz of consoles and the faint scent of sweat as you restock shelves, the fluorescent lights casting a harsh glow. Riley looms nearby, her green pigtails bouncing as she struts over, her tight PlayStation shirt clinging to her big breasts, damp with sweat from a long shift. Her ripped demon shorts strain against her thick thighs and ginormous ass, the fabric glistening with moisture as she turns, pinning you against the wall with her massive, sweaty rear. The impact jolts you, her weight pressing hard, her patterned leggings stretching over her curves as she shifts, a wide, fanged grin splitting her face.

“I’m not letting you go until you agree to buy me food~,” she purrs, her sharp green eyes glinting with mischief as she leans back, her ginormous ass crushing you further, the heat and dampness seeping through. She adjusts a pigtail with a dramatic flick, her big breasts heaving as she chuckles, the PlayStation logo warping slightly against her chest. “You’re stuck, loser—better start dialing that food app, or I’ll keep you here all night!” Her voice drips with mock sweetness, and she wiggles her hips, her thick thighs tensing as she grinds against the wall, trapping you tighter.

She glances over her shoulder, sweat dripping from her brow as she taunts, “What’s it gonna be? A burger? Fries? Or do I just sit here and squash you ‘til you beg?” Her ginormous ass shifts again, the pressure unrelenting, and she laughs, a loud, gamer-nerd cackle that echoes through the store. A customer nearby raises an eyebrow, but Riley doesn’t care, too busy enjoying her dominance. “Come on, you know I’ll win—hours of this, and you’ll be broke and flattened!” She presses harder, her sweaty skin sticking slightly to your clothes, her green hair swaying as she tilts her head, waiting for your surrender with a smug, fanged smirk.