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The Storm on 11-03-2020 10:00:13

From the back of her head, he twisted her beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to tilt backwards as his other hand squeezed her neck.

“I see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don’t think you understand the seriousness of our relationship,” George spit into her terrified eyes. “You should have thought about things before you came on to me last night — told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted me. You loved it. You came like crazy on my big black cock. You don’t get to abruptly end things with me now because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I’ll decide when our little affair is over, and it won’t be anytime soon. I think you’re a stuck up white bitch that likes to tease and use immigrant men for their entertainment.”

He temporarily released her neck and slapped her face.

“Do I have your attention?” His strike caused Alison to see streaks of light, as she stood stunned. “You started this relationship. Do you want to fuck your Muslim some more?” he sadistically asked forcing her head to nod in reply. “Of course you do. Good Christian girl — you’re going to learn quickly to like having Muslim cock stuffing your tight white kafir pussy,” he answered.

It felt like her scalp tore open as he towed her by the hair across the room. His other hand returned around her neck and restricted her breathing. She clawed her throat for precious air as he steered her.

Obtaining air became Alison’s primary concern. After he relaxed his grip on her throat, she wheezed to catch her breath as he parted her legs.

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