Snuff Movies Enable My Coke Habit But at a High Cost

snuff moviesI audition for snuff movies when I need cash. I always need cash. But sometimes, I can fuck for what I want. And if you did not know, what I want is coke. My husband knows I put way too much money up my nose, so he does not give me money to pay bills and get groceries anymore. If I need something, he pays for it or lets me use his credit card. No drug dealer takes AMEX. Maybe one day, LOL.

So, until then I need to be creative with how I earn my money. I make a decent living doing phone sex, but it almost all goes to my medicine. And what I make might support a family, but it does not support a coke whore. However, snuff porn brings in the kind of money I need to stay high all the time. Snuff flicks have become a successful side hustle for me.

But snuff is a dangerous game. I made a little flick earlier in the week for a guy with mommy issues. This was a homemade film. A private collector who hired me after I answered his ad. Apparently, I was the only MILF who responded. So, I got the job. I focused on the payout. He was willing to pay me 2 grand. I got half at the start and the rest at the end.

A Druggy Whore Does Anything for Coke Money

The guy playing my son was his son. Something felt off about this, but I needed the money. And like always, I let common sense go out the door. In the beginning it seemed just like rough sex with name calling. I get called a mommy whore all the time. So, this began like a vanilla taboo phone sex fantasy. Then the boy got violent. He slapped me, punched me and even kicked me. I began spewing blood out of my mouth and nose, but he kept kicking me. And Daddy egged him on.

After an hour or so, I was covered in my own blood and already swelling up. How would I explain this to my family. Not sure they will keep buying the mommy falls down a lot line. I thought the father and son might kill me but turns out this was some sort of therapy project for them. The boy’s mother left them, and I guess she did a number on them emotionally before she went MIA. Lucky me, I guess. Once again, the things I do for coke.

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