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The Storm on 11-03-2020 19:55:43

All she could do was pitifully moan, lying on her back, crying out from powerful orgasms she was unable to stop him from giving her.

His monster-sized penis burrowed deeply and unrelentingly inside her, his dark gorilla hands began groping her perky snowy white tits, and his fingers teased her taut pink nipples.

The old sofa Alison lied upon squeaked its disapproval of her inaction each time George drove into her.

“Ooh, oh, no, George. Ah, ooh, please stop… — no, ah, ooh, ah, oh.”

“No, Alison, your pussy feels so good. Stop denying it. You’re liking big black Muslim cock more each time we do it.”

Alison sensed the growing tension in George’s body.

Regretfully, they had fucked so many times in the short period they had been rained in together that they were becoming familiar sex partners. She recognized all his signs — the change in his voice, the acceleration of his thrusts, the intensity in his face and how his hands touched her.

“Uh, ah, please… no, George. Oh, ah, Don’t cum in me again — ooh.”

“Oh, yeah, I can’t stop. You feel too good — I feel your pussy throbbing on my cock. I’m gonna cum too. My seed belongs in you.”

“no….Ohh —”

George released the explosive orgasm he had been holding back while taunting Alison, the rich and plentiful cream from his huge heavy balls nourishing her wet, receptive cunt.

Alison’s legs and hands had locked around his ass, contradicting her pleas to stop, couldn’t allow George to exit even if he wanted as they jointly orgasmed.

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