#heeeyyy

"fuuck," his gravelly voice filled your ears while he pounded inside you, the sticky sounds of his thighs hitting your ass filling the back of his van.

if someone told you a month ago that you finally had the chance to be under your dealer today, you'd laugh in their face. because choso has always been nonchalant back then. now though? now he was thrusting like it was his plan all along too.

the flash of his iphone showed even the sweat on your back, catching a glimpse of the smoke in the van, clear hint of hotbox. you were on the makeshift bed he put on the back of his van, moaning needily while taking his cock. you were so high and horny, mumbling 'daddy's and 'yes cho's in the air, barely audible in his video.

"this pussy's heaven," he grinned, grunting while he kept thrusting in you, recording the way your pussy was swallowing his cock completely. the base had a juicy ring from your wetness, and he was sure that this video was going to be his reason of quitting porn.

he was going to make his own album of porns with you from now on, high and vulnerable beneath him in his van.

"y'like daddy's cock sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice so deep and lazy that it made you clench. you moaned louder in agreement, and he gave a lazy spank on your ass. "mm.. thought so.."

"cho 'm gonna.. haah.." you moaned, peeking behind your shoulder. the flash of his phone made you squint, your half lidded and red pupils visible. he focused on your face, his thumb pressing inside your mouth. "gonna cum angel?" he murmured, and you sucked his thumb while nodding.

it was such a pornographic sight, really. you were his dream coming true. so high, so out of your mind, and so needy for his cock that you didn't even cared he was recording you. you'd probably say yes to whatever he asked and it was enough to make his cock twitch.

"cum then baby," he murmured, biting his lip behind the phone while watching your face through the screen, smudging your saliva on your own lips. you didn't needed to be told twice when you felt your orgasm hit you—eyes crossing prettily as you came hard around him.

"shit angel, gonna fill you up, okay?" he breathed while you babbled 'yes daddy's, the phone recording his cock now as he thrusted a slight bit faster, right before he came deep inside you. "fuuuckk.." he whispered; groaning as he recorded you milking him.

slowly pulling out, he kept you bended over, watching your pussy pulsing around nothing and spurting out his thick cum. "we're gonna make a lotta videos baby, y'hear me?" he murmured, spanking and kneading your ass.

inspo

My shaylas,,,

Hi anon! Thanks for asking about Cherri!!! My girl doesn't get nearly enough attention! Happily, I have a few :)

Despite being very much at home in urban environments, Cherri is still very passionate about animals and wildlife. Of course, growing up in Australia gave her a plethora of creepy crawlies and feisty marsupials to play with, and I imagine her interest in animals worked as her gateway into the sciences and influenced her love for engineering. It also gives her knowledge of plenty of fun facts that helped instigate her relationships with a number of the hotel residents. Niffty shares a passion for strange and dangerous bugs, Baxter likes to talk about the biological processes of various creatures, and when she first met Angel the poor guy just needed some help figuring out how to care for a pig. And hey, if she's always had a bit of a thing for snakes that's nobody's business but hers!

She's a huge science nerd and always has been. In her early life, she was the kind of kid to buy those 'science at home' kits, much to the despair of her parents who had to clean up the mess after. She'd stay up well into the night reading science magazines and text books. She once was the cause of a class evacuation when she brought a model volcano into school for show and tell, and years later the teachers still can't figure out how she managed to use actual fire. Cherri's always had a passion for mayhem and scientific experimentation, so you can imagine her joy when she hit adulthood and discovered bomb manufacturing as a viable hobby.

Cherri was very much a gifted kid turned burnt-out adult. She's always been smart and practically-minded, but hardly in a way that suited the endless slew of exams she was unfairly expected to sit through, when she would have much rather been at a workbench making explosive contraptions. The second she was out of school it was all-in on that partying lifestyle. The clubs were an outlet for all that pent-up frustration that had built up over the years, as well as a wonderful opportunity to disregard academic expectations and embrace her authentic self. The underground scene was electric, and exciting, and explosive in a way that resonated deeply with her, so much so that the clubs were some of the first places she sought out after arriving in Hell. After all, if you're looking for a distraction from everything getting you down, there's no better place to go than rock bottom.