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The Storm on 27-05-2020 08:23:45

Reclined on her elbows, she looked up at him and desperately searched his lust-filled eyes for a spark of compassion. His stare remained transfixed on the lower part of her body though.

Embarrassingly, her vagina had already moistened for him.

“Your pussy be dripping wet for more Muslim cock.”

“No —”

“Yes, We are gonna give this pretty pussy of yours what it wants and make it feel real good some more. You’re saying ‘no’ right now, but you gonna be loving this Muslim cock again in no time.”

“No, I don’t want that anymore!”

"Yes you do, Quit lying.”

But Alison’s tiny vagina experienced his humongous cock more like brown sugar on the tongue each time he fucked her. Although she truly did not want to like it, George began cultivating a sweet tooth between her legs for the huge hunk of dark meat he kept giving to her.

His cock began the long, leisurely journey deep into her birth canal while his thumb maintained a tight orbit around her clit.

“No, George — I said stop it — not here.”

“Oh, yes, right here. You want this. I love putting my hard cock in your tight pussy. Doesn’t that feel good going inside you? You starting to like big black Muslim cock?”

The intense sensations began to hijack Alison’s thoughts — his penis going so deeply inside her, his thumb’s narrow course softly brushing her clitoris.

He kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock — coaching her to perform horribly filthy things non-stop. But yes, it felt good to Alison — too good. Could that mean she loved it and loved him? She experienced more guilt and confusion.

George did lewder things to her each day, that caused her body to involuntarily respond and humiliatingly orgasm for him. Her elbows hesitantly collapsed beneath her, placing Alison completely on her back. Why was she even thinking this way? She detested him and everything he did to her.

George thought her clitoris deserved more attention and began rubbing it with the slippery head of his penis, gently sliding his cock up and down along her sensitive, swollen hood.

Alison looked down at what felt even nicer than all the other vulgar things he had done to her recently, and watched, unable to take her eyes off this revolting sight that appeared to her so much uglier than it felt.

Between her splayed legs the smooth brown head of his penis kept nudging her excited pink clitoris, both organs wet and glistening, heavily covered in a messy combination of their secretions from intercourse. George had coaxed her completely open for him during their sex, and she remained that way now.

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