1. Good Story, to good not to share. Stuck up rich gi


    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    She also scrubbed between her legs and over her tits. She only wished they had a douche and mouth- wash so she could get rid of all trace of the stinking sperm that had entered her body. After she'd scrubbed herself, the water was turned off and the man pulled her away from the shower and over to a table. His hands slid over her body, linger- ing for a while on her breasts, which he squeezed repeatedly, like a small c***d, fascinated with a new toy. His hands slid between her legs and squeezed her pussy as well. He looked at his watch and then sighed, apparently with regret. He fetched a towel and threw it to her and Kristen began to dry herself. After that, the man gave her a brush and led her to a little table that had a cracked and dirty mirror over it. Well, it was the first one she'd seen in a week and she was grateful, until she saw herself. She winced at he horrible mass of tangled hair. It took fifteen minutes of relentless attack before the tangles were out and her hair fell more or less straight. What she needed, she sighed, was a full perm, as well as a complete massage, oil down, and makeover. She could stand to have her nails done too. The man didn't seem likely to offer that however. He grunted im- patiently, then pulled her away from the chair and out the door into the corridor. There was another soldier waiting there. He ex- changed his hand for the other's on Kristen's arm and then led her down the corridor to the stairs, then up them. They didn't stop at ...
    the first floor, but instead went up to the second. There, the hallway was much wider and looked much less threatening. Kristen didn't care. She was just happy they weren't taking her back to the dungeon, or whatever it was they called the basement. They walked to a wooden door and stopped. Then the man knocked twice. After a moment, the door opened and the man saluted an older man. The older man replied in kind, his eyes on Kristen roving up and down her naked body. She'd been without clothes for so long now, that it was difficult to be embarrassed as his eyes bored into her. He motioned her inside and then closed the door. She was in some kind of office. The man led her over to a chair sitting in front of a desk and then sat her down. He moved around behind the desk and looked across it at her, though he didn't sit down. "Good afternoon." he said, his accent terrible. "You speak English!" she cried. "Yes. I speak English." "Oh, thank God! Will you contact my parents and tell them where I am?" "First you will answer my questions." "Anything you want." "Who do you work for?" "Pardon?" "Who do you work for?" "I don't work for anybody." She said, confused. "You work for the South Africans, don't you?" "I told you, I don't work for anybody." "What were you doing north of the river?" "I was k**napped!" "You expect me to believe that?" "But it's the truth. I was grabbed by some Bantu and taken to their village." "The Bantu would not have taken you there, especially not with that ...
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