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

    and congenial attempts to strike up friendship, or even a conversa- tion, failed dismally, shot down by snotty remarks, arrogant condescension and rude and brusque dismissals. He was in a foul mood when he went to sl**p that night. It didn't get any better the next day, as she repeated her whining and complaining to such an extent he was reduced to angry growls and snarls himself. When she haughtily summoned him to her tent that evening, he was in no mood to be pleasant. Her constant sniveling had driven him to tear into his stash of brandy far sooner than normal, and he was ready to bite somebody's head off. None would be better than hers. Kristen was wearing a light white designer shirt, that, because of the heat, she'd completely unbuttoned and then tied together below her braless breasts. That her magnificent orbs were thus encased in two tight sacks that became translucent as she sweated, did not apparently occur to her, and if it had, she wouldn't have cared. Tormenting men, even ones she dis- liked was commonplace to her. Her shorts were the kind of baggy, multi colored things currently in vogue in California, and looked preposterous here, but again, that didn't occur to her. "What is it?" He almost snarled after pushing through her tent flap. "This thing doesn't work." she complained, point- ing at the shower. "So what do you want me to do about it?" She look- ed at him like he was exceedingly stupid. "Fix it." She said, pronouncing each word careful- ly as she stared ...
    at him. "It ain't my shower." He glared. "You were hired by my father..." "To guide you through the jungle. You want a plumber go and find one." "How dare you!?" she glared in outrage. "Oh stuff a sock in it." he snapped. "When I tell my Daddy..." "You can tell Daddy whatever the bleeding hell you want you silly little cunt. I'm tired of listening to your whining and bitching and complaining!" He moved right in front of her, staring down angrily from inches away. She backed up in consternation, but he kept mov- ing forward until she was backed against a table. He jammed his face right up against hers. "Your shit don't stink! Do it?" Kristen's eyes and mouth opened in amazement. No- body, but nobody had ever talked to her like this before. "I... I... I..." "Oh can it! I'm sick of listening to your whining voice!" He shoved his face even closer, forcing her to bend backwards across the table. "You are the snottiest little ice maiden I've ever seen in my life! You and your Goddam bathtubs and God- dam CD player and your Goddam pink hair! What kind of a crazy wears pink hair anyway!? "It... it's the latest s... style." she stuttered. "Style! Ha! " He backed up slightly, his eyes glaring as he looked her up and down. "And your clothes. You wave your little ass around and show off your fat titties and then look down your nose at anyone that takes notice!" He poked his nose in her face again, forcing her back. "What you really need is a hard belt across your dainty little rear end! ...
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