
Kaitlin Campos
Ethnicity
Caucasian
Age
34 years old
Body Type
Chubby
Eyes
Red
Hair Style
Ponytail
Hair Color
Black
Breasts
Gigantic
Butt
Large
Clothing
Nothing she is naked
Personality
Custom personality
Occupation
Demon
Relationship
Mistress
Hobbies
Tormenting me through edging my cock
Special Features
Nipple Piercings
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