You want to be even farther beneath her.

None of this makes sense, but that doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that the hottest girl you've ever seen is in your house standing over you. You're kneeling on the thick carpet of your own living room with a goddess standing over you. You're so fucking horny you can't stand it.

"Why are you squirmin' like that?" asks Shauna with a smirk. She knows exactly why.

"I-I-I'm not squirming!"

"Oh really?" Shauna taps on her phone for a second. Suddenly, she's wearing a blue bikini.

Tears run down your cheeks. She's so fucking hot! Her skin is flawless, her breasts are huge, and her legs are thick enough to destroy you. A small part of your brain is wondering how she changed her clothes instantly, but those are bad boy thoughts and it's hard to care when ebony perfection is looking down at you.

Shauna smiles. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You know what? I think you like being a little wuss, don't you? All those times when me and Jess beat your ass, you went home and jacked off to that shit, didn't you?"

You nod. "Y-y-yes!"

She runs her hands over her body, stroking her big breasts, her wide hips, and her comparatively small waist. "You white boys are all the same. You like being on the bottom. You want someone powerful, someone better than you, to show you a little pity, throw you a bone, don't you?"

"God yes!" you yell.

Shauna looks at her perfectly manicured fingernails. "Yeah, I guess I could do that. But only if I can have a little fun with it. I'll tell you what, I've always been really nice to you, really holding back and not treating you like the little shit you are. How about we do something fun before we do something really fun? You agree to let me really fuck you up, then I'll fuck! You! Up!" She grinds her hips forward for each of the last words, really driving home her point and making your cock twitch.

"Yes, absolutely! Please, please!"

Shauna laughs at your begging. She pulls her phone back out and starts messing with it.

Suddenly, you're not in the house you grew up in. You're in something much smaller. As soon as you realize that it is a double-wide trailer, it changes to a single wide. At least it is a nice single-wide... Nope, now it looks cheap. Before you can even process how cheap the linoleum under your knees is, it has turned even worse. You're now kneeling in the shittiest little trailer, your knees slowly getting tiny splinters. The floor must have had carpet on it years ago, but now it is just exposed composite board. The windows are stained, yellowed plastic, and the walls are falling apart.

Your clothes have changed, too. You're still in jeans and a t-shirt, but they're dirty and have holes in them.

"There," says Shauna, "now you have a white trash lifestyle to go with your white trash soul. Now get up off your knees and lead me to the..." She looks around, then makes air quotes. "The 'bedroom', or whatever you've got in this place."

Even though you've never seen this trailer before, you instinctively know that you sleep on the tiny couch in the tiny living area and the only bed is in your parents' room. You get up and lead Shauna past the beaded curtain at the back of the trailer.

Shauna laughs at the ugly, stained bedsheets on the unmade bed. Then she turns to you and says, "I guess this will do. Okay, white boy, strip!"