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The Storm on 21-02-2020 16:00:55

George’s cock and Alison’s pussy began speaking an identical language, saying similar things to each other. It was not the first time her body communicated with his like this.

Alison still stubbornly refused to verbally acknowledge the pleasurable feelings, yet her moans revealed them to George. She had taken some coaxing to bring her back around, even though the contact between their genitals had immediately restored George’s full erection before he even lost it.

“Oh, oh, ah, ooh.” She was pathetically cumming for him again.

“Oh, yeah. Does it feel good right there, Alison? Is that your special spot? Your wet made my cock real hard again. Does your husband’s cock get big and hard for you like this?”

Alison panted. Sex with her husband rarely lasted more than a minute and she never orgasmed from it. Now that she knew George this intimately, her husband seemed so small, weak and impotent to her. “Oh, God, no, he doesn’t. He’s not like you. Ooh, stop it.”

George kept wetting his cock in her pussy, taking his penis out of her soaked vagina minutes later and resuming the irresistible clit massage on her.

“What’s the matter, Alison? Don’t you like it feeling good? I feel your pussy cumming when I stick my cock in it — and you’re so wet.”

“Uh, ah, oh, nah ooh, please —.” Alison’s eyes were barely open. Her mouth was ajar and her breathing labored.

His cock filled her pussy and caressed her clit so perfectly, making it feel so incredible, that she actually forgot for a time how much she really hated George and hated doing this with him. She forgot about her marriage and that George had no right touching her there — that no part of him, including his penis, belonged anywhere near her vagina, let alone in it.

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