Whitney Stevens loves to fuck. She likes it so much she made it her business to fuck. Bored, Whitney needs some action. She puts on her tightest white dress and her spiked whore boots and goes out for a stroll. In two seconds, the wolf is sniffing her pussy, looking to bust a nut on her big, natural tits. He pulls his car up to her and she walks over to him. The connection is made. But there's a problem. He can't take her home because his wife hates hookers. That could be a serious obstacle to an enjoyable fuck scene. She can't go to her place because she still lives with her mom 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 house dressed like a whore. What are they going to do now, fuck in the car? They can't. It's too early in the day. Whitney has a plan. She knows a restaurant that empties out in the afternoon. They can transact their exchange of body parts in the men's toilet. Leave it to Whitney Stevens! The face of a Sunday schoolteacher, the body of a stripper and the brain of a sleazy slut all in one lovely package. The only thing to do is negotiate for services to be rendered and then this sexy piece of eye-candy will belong to this trick's dick for the next 20 minutes. We call that an excellent financial arrangement. It's a good thing this isn't a pay toilet or it would cost an extra ten bucks. And they don't have to go far to clean up after they fuck.
