The moist, agreeable Lana Ivans is dressed in a very hot, skimpy two-piece that fits her shapely, hawt body perfectly. Lana steps with out the beachside resort to gaze at the scenic delights when she smells food grilling. From where? That babe has to see what’s cooking. While we chase her jiggling billibongs as she walks down the stairs sluggishly in her high heels, Lana follows her cute nose to the pool area. She is on the scent and discovers Largo cooking weiners on the veranda by the pool. Largo gives Lana a smack of his grilled weiner but Lana wishes the wiener in his trousers. She’s gonna be cooking that sausage real fine in a fucking demonstration that was too hawt to air on a TV cooking program. We’ve yet to watch a movie with Lana that was not hotter than a taco from a Mexican lunch wagon. Everything Lana does is super-sexual, even walking down a flight of stairs.