Hazbin Hotel A XXX Parody

You've been busting ass in Charlie's hell lessons and somehow you're sitting at the top of her class. Nobody gets that kind of attention in this fiery pit unless they really, really earn it. Charlie smiles at you like she knows secrets. Same little vixen who struts in front of everyone with a halo shoved between horn and tail yet spent every lesson stripping you down with her eyes like dessert is always on the table. You feel the switch flip every time she glances your way: girl either wants to break you across her desk or see how loud you moan underneath it. Mix of mercy and menace, one hundred percent princess of the underworld, and she keeps stringing you out. Today the class ends early. Door lock clicks. No excuse about extra tutoring slips out of her pretty, filthy mouth—just a direct grin before she kicks her heels up on the desk and crooks one finger, tells you it's time you collect what's yours. She toys with the button of her blouse, trails a finger across her thigh, and makes you step closer so you can read every wicked little promise moving in those wicked little eyes. Eight K class in session as Kiara Cole bends you into her private curriculum, every dirty circle waiting for your cock to tour them and hit the headboard with a full-body lesson you'll never forget. To the basement or bust her prize straight up, and damn she's ready to take names while she takes inches, flips you over, ridicules the way you flinch before you start whining for more of the new kind of sin they now have to name after what she's about to do to you.