CRACK ATTACK!
What starts off as an attempt at 1st degree murder soon evolves into a wild episode of animalistic sex. It seems no matter what type of violence you try and subject her to, it only arouses her further. When it's all said and done, you find yourself curled up in a fetal position over in a dark corner of her apartment, crying yourself to sleep.
Whitney, meanwhile, lays sprawled out in the center of the floor with both hands thrust down between her legs as she idly fingers her glistening, swollen black mound of naughtiness. "Damn baby," she purrs. "I aint been humped like that in ages. You pretty good...for a cracker!" You merely whimper in reply. Somehow you just know it's gonna burn when you go pee from now on. Dammit. Right about now you could sure use some crack.
Well, it looks like you have two choices...
Whitney, meanwhile, lays sprawled out in the center of the floor with both hands thrust down between her legs as she idly fingers her glistening, swollen black mound of naughtiness. "Damn baby," she purrs. "I aint been humped like that in ages. You pretty good...for a cracker!" You merely whimper in reply. Somehow you just know it's gonna burn when you go pee from now on. Dammit. Right about now you could sure use some crack.
Well, it looks like you have two choices...