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Camila Cabello in DeepFake Jeopardy

Camila looked around and saw just the invasive paparazzi doing what they did best. At this point, she wasn't even going to try and hide how much she was enjoying the newfound attention. Before, she was trying to fight it. She figured there was some point in doing that. But now, as her entire world had been rocked, her career gone, and everything she was used to was no longer her normal, why bother anymore, right? So, as she looked at the paparazzi, she smiled lustfully. She stuck her ass up in the air, spreading her ass cheeks. "Be sure to get a nice, close shot, fellas." She said to them, spanking her ass as if starting to enjoy it. "Be sure everyone sees, okay loves?"
 
The jackals didn't even need to be told once, let alone twice.
Shot after shot they took, as more random men filtered in through the crowd, most of them taking barely any stimulation before they spilled their load on her back, ass, face, and hair.
Eventually, they decided they might need to write something, so one by one they slipped away, until there were only a few stalwarts left, still taking shots of her on the lawn.
Draped in cum, she seemed to have exhausted the supply of eager men in the immediate area.
She saw the remaining tatters of the only clothes she had left, trampled in the mud and useless.
 
As the men had gone and exploded their loads on her body, Camila moaned, licking some of it, the rest would simply cascade off of her body, creating a glistening glow when the sun hit her tanned, latina body. Before long, the pop idol was left alone with no clothes on her back and no one to pay attention to her, so she went searching for attention, hoping someone would attend to her needs.
 
A few stalwart paparazzis followed her as she ambled about the neighborhood.
The women who saw her looked shocked, and stopped walking right where they were.
The men looked pleasantly surprised, some even having the presence of mind to get some shots of their own on their camera phones.
As she wandered onto a main street, a few cars driving (one honked appreciatively), she saw stores and restaurants.
Her stomach took that moment to remind her she hadn't eaten yet today.
 
The attention from the men was most-welcomed. She waved and posed tot he cars that honked at her. She blew them kisses and bent over to give them something to remember as they drove past her. Amid all of the excitement, however, it had just donned on young camila cabello that she hadn't eaten anything all morning. The smells of delicious food from the italian place in front of her was a reminder of that, so she walked in. "Excuse me, I know it says 'no shirt, no service', but perhaps I can do something in exchange for a hot meal?" She posed herself, trying to amplify the innocent school girl look she heard men find attractive, but in reality, she just stuck her ass out and pressed her tits up with her arms.
 
The two men in there stood in stunned silence for a moment as this beautiful creature just walked in. It was late in the morning, and the lunch crowd had yet to arrive.
Then, the older one of them noticed the guy with the camera outside, taking pictures through the window.
He grabbed Camilla by her wrist, and pulled her back into the kitchen, beyond the reach of the camera.
"Holy shit, lady, do you have any clue what would happen if those pictures got out on social media?"
He caught his breath, and looked her up and down. "Is this, like, some university psych project or something?"
The other man, much younger, walked in, a big smile on his face. "Hey boss, you know who that is, right?"
"Oh, she's famous?" He looked out the kitchen door at the man holding his camera ready. "And this will end up on TMZ or something? Shit! My wife is going to kill me!"
 
Quickly, Camila was forced into the kitchen and she heard these two guys talk about her as if she wasn't there. Furthermore, when one of them recognized her, she gave that man a smirk, starting to move closer to him as her body was pressed against his. Her modest tits touched his body and she eyed him with a seductive glance. As she did, however, the other would go on to complain about how this would end up on TMZ.

Oops.

"A little too late for that, hun." She told him, "the guy snapping shots is from TMZ. He's been following me all day." Camila informed him, shrugging. She didn't care what happened, she just needed some food. "Perhaps we could come to an arrangement?" She index finger twirled a strand of her dark brown hair, her fuck-me eyes teasing the worried, older male.
 
The older man, pale with fright, pulled off his apron.
"You're in charge of the restraunt!" He shouted at the younger one. "Anything you comp her is coming out of your paycheck!"
He then fled out the kitchen doors, and the little electronic front door alarm 'ding-a-ling'-ed, as he left.
Meanwhile, the guy she was pressed against grabbed her generous ass with both his hands, wrapping his arms around her, smiling broadly.
"Well, then, Camilla, let's see just how much I can comp you then."
 
Camila bit her lip as she felt his hands all over her ass. They were manly, but they didn't feel rough, though she couldn't tell the difference. The only thing she was really focused on was using her body to get some food inside her belly. Even as she turned around and backed her ass against this man's crotch, her stomach grumbled. Still, she would focus on the pleasure she was about to experience.

As a treat for the man behind her, Camilla would slowly drop to the floor, her ass teasing this man. She did it a few times, twerking against him. "I bet you want to fuck me, don't you baby?"
 
The man laughed. "Is it THAT obvious?"
He grabbed her twerking ass so it couldn't get away from his crotch, and pressed it up against his erection.
"Do that, and you'll get all the food you can eat today."
His hands squeezed her hips gently but firmly, as he grinded against her twerk.
 
Camila let out a low moan as she felt the hardness from his prick press against her ass, which prompted her to continue twerking her ass against it. "I think I would like some juicy sausage," she teased him, looking back at him naughtily.
 
"And what would you like for breakfast?" He asked, before pausing her twerk with his hands long enough to undo his pants, and pull out his erect cock.
He then pressed her ass against it, and gently prodded her to twerk some more on it.
Keeping one hand on her hip, he leaned forward, and grabbed her breast from behind.
Placing his lips right next to her ear, he whispered "... And where would you like this juicy sausage?"
He gently squeezed her breast as punctuation.
 
"You know where I want it," Camila said to him, looking back at this guy. Her fuck-me eyes were sparkling as she felt his large, juicy sausage pressed against her ass. She backed up to force it deep into her tight, wet pussy. "There baby! Now, fuck me!"
 
The man grunted in approval, as he paused from groping her breast long enough to guide his cock into her, and then began to pump her, one hand returning to holding her by the breast, the other by her hip.
He bent over her for a better angle, and she could hear his panting grunts in her ear.
Excited by the whole situation he came fast and hard, arching his back, moaning, and holding her pelvis tightly against him while he filled her, before pulling out, barely able to stand.
He plopped onto the step ladder to catch his breath, his face flushed, his brow sweaty, his cock still out.
 
As she felt his meat pump her repeatedly, Camila felt waves of pleasure take over her. Her back arched when she felt his cock pierce the deepest regions of her pussy. This resulted in her screaming. Despite her stomach growling, she didn't want it to stop.
 
He grinned as he used a paper towel to clean himself, and pulled up his pants.
"I don't usually make breakfast for them afterwards, but maybe I should start."
He started heating a skillet, and put some coffee on.
"We're gonna open soon, and I'm already behind, but what can I make you?"
 
"Eggs and potatos, if you have them." Camila said, taking a seat on a free counter space. She was naked, of course, but she would simply watch the cook as she teased him by playing with her pussy. Even whilst hungry, she was still oh-so-horny.
 
He started to cook it up.
"Oh, shit, I love it, but you gotta stop. I'm gonna cook you breakfast but then you have to go. My boss won't come back until I tell him you're gone, otherwise his crazy wife will kill him."
He paused for a moment to peek out into the customer area of the resteraunt.
"And I CANNOT run this place by myself."
He paused to adjust the crotch of his pants. "Plus, you drained me, baby. I won't be any good for you until later."
He slid her breakfast onto a plate, handed her silverware, and poured her a mug of coffee.
 
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