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The Storm on 17-06-2020 12:36:30

Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo — almost like that of a metronome — hardly requiring his oversight.

“You feel so good. You’re so tight and silky.”

” Ooh, ah, uh, nah, oh.”

“That’s, it Alison. Keep working your pussy like that. Oh yeah, I love how it feels inside you.”

He was a sick, perverted animal, Alison thought. She hated him, yet he was inside her. She had always been faithful until George tore that precious fidelity away from her like a heartless thief.

At this moment, she loved hearing him say her name. It was a gratifying reward while this demented black Muslim forced her to experience every single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted depths of her womanhood.

The truth was horrible.

George had stolen far more intimacy from her in their short time together than she had ever shared with anyone before. George’s horrendous cock caused such intense physical feelings deep inside her she did not welcome from him yet was powerless to stop.

“Oh,” Alison softly moaned, involuntarily gripping his shoulders even tighter, her soft firm breasts bouncing rhythmically while she fucked him.

“Oh, yeah, See how much your pussy wants that big black Muslim cock now?”

“Oh, God, please” Alison cried in an almost thankful tone, unable to stop committing this disgusting, immoral act on him.

How could her body betray her like this?

Her hips stuck on autopilot repeated the perverted dance with him. Her pussy enthusiastically lubricated his black cock and seemed to welcome the colossal Muslim invader more affectionately than her own husband’s penis.

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