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This Trailer Trash Whore Moved Up Better Than the Jeffersons

trailer trash whoreI am a trailer trash whore. I may clean up. I may live in a gated community in California, but I will always be white trash. I grew up in rural West Virginia. My husband was my savior. Technically, he was my molester. He fucked me for years when I was jailbait. It is such a white trash story. One we cannot tell just anyone. I am a trophy wife since he is so much older than me. I am not well liked, but I am respected since I am married to the richest man in the community. He married me when I was 18. The white trash tale the neighbors know is that I was his high school nanny for his son and daughter from his first marriage. When I met him, he was a widow. His wife died in a car accident. He did the single dad thing for years. I was banging him as a Lolita hooker in West Virginia where he traveled for business. After a couple times fucking me, he was hooked on my tender age cunt, so he bought me from my parents and sold the lie that I was a friend’s daughter and his live-in nanny. He convinced folks that I was living with him to go to a better school. No one would have guessed that I was just a young lot lizard sex whore that he bought. I was a sex trafficked girl who lucked out meeting a P man who made an almost honest woman out of me. I run the girls in our home brothel, and I get pimped out too, but none of my husband’s high society friends would ever guess I was born to meth head parents in a dingy trailer in rural West Virginia or that my husband liked super young pussy. My story is better than the Jeffersons.


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