Whitney Stevens likes to screw. That babe can’t live without it so much that babe made it her business to screw. Bored Whitney needs some act. She puts on her tightest white suit and her spiked boots and goes out for a stroll. In two seconds, the wolf is sniffing her twat, looking to bust a nut on her big, natural mambos. This ladies man pulls his car up to her and she walks over to him. The connection is made. But there’s a problem.
This stud can not take her home coz of his wife. That could be a serious obstacle to an sweet screw scene. This babe cant go to her place coz that babe still lives with her Mamma and daddy and they might get bent with out shape and take away her shoe allowance. After all, they still have no clue what this babe does all day except leave the abode clothed like a bimbo. What are they gonna do now, fuck in the car? They can not. It is too early in the day.
Whitney has a plan. She knows a restaurant that empties out in the afternoon. They can screw in the men’s crapper. Leave it to Whitney Stevens! The face of a Sunday school teacher, the body of a lap dancer and the brain of a sleazy slut all in one pleasing package. It’s a good thing this isn’t a pay crapper or it would cost ten males. And they do not need to go far to clean up after they copulate.