Jason Master
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New town... Trailer park trash
🕑 Added 2025-04-29 06:21:36 +0000 UTCYes
He swallowed hard, his stomach turning at the thought of what was about to happen, but the desire to get his possessions back overrode his dignity. The wife lay back on the worn-out couch, her legs spread wide, revealing the mess of her crotch. The fat husband positioned himself behind her, his cock glistening with lube.
John's nose wrinkled at the pungent odor emanating from her, but he leaned in, his mouth watering despite the situation. As the husband began to pump in and out of her, John tentatively licked her clit, her taste a mix of sweat and something else, something unpleasant. She moaned, her body shaking with each thrust, and he took it as a sign to keep going.
The husband's grunts grew louder, his breath heavy as he picked up the pace. John's eyes darted around the room, looking for any sign of his stolen items, but all he saw were dirty dishes and piles of laundry. He focused on the task at hand, using his tongue to explore her folds, trying to ignore the feeling of the man's balls slapping against his chin with every thrust.
The woman's moans grew more intense, and she grabbed his hair, pushing his face harder into her crotch. "That's it, you little bitch," she panted, her voice filled with a twisted pleasure. "Eat me out like you mean it." John's jaw began to ache, but he knew he had to play along. He sucked harder, feeling the husband's cock sliding against his cheeks with each movement.
As the couple reached their climax, John felt a strange sense of satisfaction mingled with his humiliation. He had done what they asked, and now he was one step closer to reclaiming what was rightfully his. The husband pulled out, his cum spilling onto the couch cushion, and John sat back, wiping his mouth.
"Finish up cleaning. Then I guess I'll give your shit back."
John's hands trembled as he stood up, his face a mask of barely contained rage. He forced himself to keep cleaning, not wanting to give these disgusting people any more satisfaction than they'd already had at his expense. The kitchen was finally starting to look presentable, but the rest of the trailer was a nightmare. He moved to the living room, where the couple were now sprawled out, smoking cigarettes and watching a reality show, their lust momentarily sated.
The smell of sex and sweat hung heavy in the air, making it hard for him to breathe. He tried to ignore the stickiness on his face as he picked up a broom and began sweeping the floor. The pile of dust and debris grew larger with each stroke, and he could feel the grit under his shoes as he worked. He glanced around the room, his eyes scanning for any sign of his stolen items.
The fat man took a drag from his cigarette and blew the smoke in John's direction. "You're really earning your keep, aren't you?" he sneered. "I'm surprised a pretty boy like you can handle such a dirty job." John gritted his teeth and continued sweeping, his mind racing for a way out of this hellhole.
John...
