Whore #1 flaked, and then came Starla rushing in like a Knight to save the shoot. In other words, she was a back up hoe. She was nervous, but stepped up to the plate anyway. I don't even recall much about her. But then again, as soon as I'm done with these shoots I don't even think about these whores. It's like worrying about stepping on your lawn when you get the mail; it's too trivial to worry about. I recall balls on the chin over and over, and her moaning from the repeated thrusting of fat cocks. Then we all nutted on her face, and this cute little retard was covered in goo.