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The Storm on 24-02-2020 08:24:31

She was indeed growing use to it again just as George had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of her hatred for him. More and more, with momentum building, she found herself unable to stop riding him.

She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis — yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high to overcome.

Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity, each time she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him back inside her.

“Doesn’t that big black Muslim cock feel good now?” George asked.

Its depth inside her left Alison speechless and her mouth gaping. While she reluctantly fucked him, she bitterly stared into his cold, dark eyes that looked like obsidian, and briefly noticed they reflected her defenseless white figure in ecstasy.

She abhorred doing this with George. But he forced her to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched it, and she detested him for it.

Yet her body was giving him a much different response.

“Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah,” she mewled. Her arms against his chest for further support as she ground up against him. Her pink pussy travelled up and down his dark black dick it made wet and shiny like a dipstick removed from motor oil.

“That’s it, Alison, stop trying to fight it,” George encouraged, gently releasing her smooth, white body from his black, muscular hands as she fucked him.

“You see how good big black Muslim cock feels inside you?”

“Oh, God” she cried turning her head to the side in embarrassment to avoid his eyes and her sensual reflection.

Her hold around on his involuntarily tightened, her pussy began to spasm and an obnoxious grin formed on his face.

Without guile or trickery, he possessed her.

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