Whitney Stevens likes to screw. This babe can’t live out of it so much that babe made it her business to shag. Bored Whitney needs some act. That babe puts on her tightest white suit and her spiked boots and goes out for a stroll. In two seconds, the wolf is sniffing her vagina, looking to bust a nut on her big, natural titties. That ladies man pulls his car up to her and this babe walks over to him. The connection is made. But there is a problem.
This charmer can not take her home coz of his wife. That could be a serious obstacle to an ravishing shag scene. That babe can’t go to her place ‘cuz this babe still lives with her Mother and daddy and they might get bent out of shape and take away her shoe allowance. After all, they still have no clue what she does all day except leave the abode dressed like a doxy. What are they going to do now, screw in the car? They can’t. It is likewise early in the day.
Whitney has a plan. That babe knows a restaurant that empties out in the afternoon. They can bonk in the men’s biffy. Leave it to Whitney Stevens! The face of a Sunday school teacher, the body of a stripper and the brain of a sleazy whore all in one enchanting package. It’s a admirable thing this isn’t a pay throne-room or it would cost ten men. And they do not need to go far to clean up after they copulate.