Memoirs of a Trailer trash whore

I’ve had a lot of trailer trash whore adventures in the last few years. I’ve fucked more dealers and random strangers than I can fucking count. But none was more fucking intense than this last month, when I ran into Juan. This guy is fucking crazy. A guy who keeps me as his side whore sent me to find some shit to sell my fuck holes for. So I got all slutty-fied and went walking. I was standing on a dark corner looking around when my head snapped back, my hair nearly being pulled out by the root. I was slammed to the ground behind a dumpster, making my hands and knees bleed. A small baggy of shards was tossed onto my chest by a tall, powerful, slick-dressed looking Mexican man. He stood over me, whipped out his dick, and pulled a large knife from his belt. I thought I was a dead woman. I got up on my knees, getting ready to suck that dick, and was met by a hard slap to the face. He crouched down, grabbing my hair hard again. I felt the cold blade move around my neck, down my chest. He sliced off my shirt with ease, spilling my breasts from my top, and splitting the material clear down through my mini skirt, nicking my thigh. He pushed me over on all fours, and plowed his way dry into my tight little asshole, shredding into my body. When he was done, blood and jizz seeping from my ruined ass, he tossed a card with an address on the ground by me.

I guess, I have a date?

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