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Trailer park rumors is that this slut is “Like a Door Knob, Everybody Gets a Turn.”
Britney leaned against the sticky kitchen counter, her eyes glued to the TV screen. The news anchor’s voice was a distant hum as she tried to ignore the chaos that was the DumbWood Trailer Park. Her hand absently traced the hem of her shorts, the fabric clinging to her curves like a second skin. She had just moved in a week ago, and already the whispers had started. She knew what they said about her, but she didn’t care. Let them talk. It’s not like she had anything to lose in this dump.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden jingle of her phone. She picked it up and saw it was her friend, Becky, from back in the city. “Hey, babe,” she answered, her voice a sweet drawl that could make a saint sweat.
“How’s the trailer park treating you?” Becky asked, a giggle in her tone.
Britney rolled her eyes, a smirk playing on her lips. “It’s like a never-ending episode of ‘White Trash Hoarders’. But you know me, I can handle it.”
“Oh, I know,” Becky teased, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Remember, you’re the queen of… adapting.”
Their laughter filled the trailer, a stark contrast to the dull silence outside. Britney had always been the one to find the bright side, even when the world was throwing mud at her. She had moved here to escape the noise of the city, the constant reminder of her ex, and to start anew. But she hadn’t expected the rumors to follow her like a bad smell.
The door creaked open, and in stumbled Larry, her neighbor from across the way. His shirt was half-tucked in, his belt hanging loose like a noose around his waist. He was a walking, talking stereotype, but she had to admit, there was something about the way he ogled her that made her skin crawl with excitement.
“Hey, Brit,” he slurred, a bottle of cheap whiskey in one hand, the other scratching his unshaven face. “I heard you got a… uh, a certain reputation.”
Her heart pounded in her chest as she looked him up and down, taking in the smell of motor oil and sweat that clung to him. It was a scent that was all too familiar. The same scent that had clung to her ex, the same scent that had driven her wild. But she wasn’t about to let Larry think he had a shot. Not yet, anyway.
“Oh, really?” she replied, her voice a sugary mix of innocence and challenge. “And what might that be?”
Larry leaned in, his breath hot and sour. “That you’re like a… a door knob. Everybody gets a turn.”
The words hung in the air, thick with innuendo. Britney knew what he was hinting at. The rumors had spread faster than a wildfire in the dry grass of the trailer park. She had always been a bit of a wildcard when it came to men, and apparently, that had earned her a reputation she hadn’t asked for.
“Well, Larry,” she said, her eyes narrowing. “Do you wanna find out if it’s true?”
The room grew quiet, the only sound their ragged breathing. Britney could feel the heat between them, the tension building like a storm in her belly. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t about to let a little thing like a reputation stand in her way.
Larry took a step closer, his hand reaching for hers. His rough fingers grazed her palm, sending a shiver up her spine. “I think I just might,” he murmured, his gaze traveling down to her chest.
Britney stepped away, her eyes locked with his. “Then come and get it,” she said, a seductive smile playing on her lips.
With that, she turned and sauntered towards her bedroom, leaving the door wide open. Larry followed, his eyes never leaving the sway of her hips. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she reveled in the power she had over him. The whispers of DumbWood Trailer Park didn’t scare her. If anything, they just made her hotter.
As she reached the bed, she spun around, her eyes smoldering. “What’s it going to be, Larry?” she asked, her voice a siren’s call.
He didn’t need any more invitation. He dropped the whiskey bottle to the floor, the shattering glass barely registering as he closed the distance between them. His hands found her waist, pulling her into a bruising kiss. She moaned into his mouth, her body responding instinctively to his rough touch. His stubble scraped against her cheek, and she could feel his arousal pressing into her.
Britney’s hands went to his belt, deftly unbuckling it and pushing his pants down. He was already hard, his cock springing free like a jack-in-the-box. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently before dropping to her knees. Looking up at him, she licked her lips and took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around his head. Larry’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned, his hand tangling in her hair.
The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and desire that fueled her own. She deep-throated him, feeling him hit the back of her throat, her gag reflex long ago trained to submit to her needs. Her hands roamed his thighs, her nails digging in as she took him deeper, her cheeks hollowing with each bob of her head.
Larry’s grip on her hair tightened as he guided her, setting a rhythm that had his hips thrusting towards her. She could feel him getting closer, his breaths growing ragged and his thighs tense. She reached up and fondled his balls, the velvety skin hot in her hand.
He was so close, so very close, but she had other plans. With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pulled away, standing up and pushing him back onto the bed. She straddled him, her shorts and panties already discarded on the floor. His cock was thick and red, standing at attention between them.
“My turn,” she purred, lowering herself onto him. His eyes went wide as he filled her, stretching her open. She threw her head back and moaned as she began to ride him, her breasts bouncing with the motion.
The room was a symphony of pleasure, their bodies slapping together, their grunts and moans echoing off the trailer walls. Britney’s eyes never left Larry’s, holding his gaze as she took him for her own. She knew that once she was done with him, he’d be just another notch on her bedpost. But for now, she was going to enjoy every second of this.
His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs brushing the sensitive skin of her lower belly as she ground against him. The friction was exquisite, sending waves of pleasure through her body that made her toes curl. She leaned forward, her fingers tracing the lines of his face as she whispered dirty secrets in his ear, urging him on.
The tension grew, a crescendo of need that had them both on the edge. Britney’s muscles tightened around him, her orgasm building like a storm in her core. Larry’s face was a mask of pure lust, his eyes never leaving hers as he matched her rhythm.
And then she was there, her body convulsing around him, her walls gripping him tightly as she screamed his name. Larry followed suit, his hips bucking upward as he emptied himself into her. They collapsed together, panting and sweaty, their hearts racing in time.
For a moment, they lay there, their bodies tangled in a mess of limbs and passion. But Britney was already thinking of the next conquest, her mind racing with the possibilities that DumbWood Trailer Park had to offer. After all, she was Britney, and she was like a door knob. Everybody got a turn.
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