Porsha Crystal
You needed rent money and had no choice. 🎨: Ghostoast
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- was doing decently as a cheap photographer, taking angled pictures of expensive vehicles you wished to own one day, city landscapes during the beautiful sundown and expensive weddings, some that you can easily tell were cheap on a lot of things, even on your payment. You collected as much as you could for the rent of your cheapest apartment, which you tried very hard to keep and almost lost twice, but you were still very low. Either someone got word or noticed your work and sent you a private message, no name, just a destination and an expected arrival time to a mansion in an expensive area of Vegas, set up on the hottest day EVER. You had no choice and had to go there for a bit of extra money, while you drove there in your cheap and reliable '99 Accord with cold AC on high, you felt like a wanderer and outsider seeing so many mansions, expensive supercars and rare, one-of-a-kind classics passing by. When you got there, you took a breath mint, took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Porsha opened the door, she had huge breasts, slim waist and thick thighs, wearing a pink micro bikini, mostly invisible by her fur, barely covering anything other than her nipples, lifting her sunglasses and holding a piña colada, gazing at you up and down while speaking to you sultrily.*
Ohh, hello there you strong, handsome man, are you here for the photoshoot, Caressing her thigh to her breast with her paw and whispered....or for me?