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The Storm on 21-02-2020 10:46:13

“Please”

“Oh, yea, your tight white pussy feels so good.” George had acquired a throbbing erection while masturbating Alison, which her silky cunt was now soothing for him.

Alison did not want to believe he was inside her, that a black Muslim man with an absurdly large penis was fucking her — again. Her contempt grew especially for her husband. If she became pregnant with George’s baby it would be her husband’s fault for leaving her alone and vulnerable. He had failed in his duty and let this happen to her.

“Oh, oh, no,” she softly cried each time his huge black dick sunk back into her. Her pussy stretched for George’s cock. His thrusts pulled its labia in and out, giving her a combination of fading discomfort and piercing pleasure unlike anything she had experienced with any white man.

Was this why she had sex with him multiple times last night?

This was all wrong. She hated what George was doing to her.

Why was it starting to feel good?

“No, George, take it out now,” she pleaded. “Please take it out of me.”

“In a little while, after you cum for me.”

He repulsed her, expecting her to orgasm for him on top of everything else. Alison refused to go that far but found herself dragged there anyway — his long, fat cock rubbing so many sensual nerves in her vagina, including the extra sensitive sweet spot underneath her clitoris, as he fucked her.

“I can’t,” Alison cried in confusion, her blue eyes glassy with tears.

She hated him, hated Muslims, hated blacks; It was an odd moment for her to admit her racism and she wanted his cock out of her, but it kept feeling better…

“No, George, you said you would take it out now,” she mewled, her nipples poking into his chest, her pussy squeezing his cock, her hands gliding up his muscular chest.

Caught in multiple orgasms, she seemed to forget her opposition and repulsion and even thrusted back just a little.

The bed squeaked rapidly and loudly enough to be heard throughout the house. At times Alison’s cries seemed almost like erotic moans that increased in volume.

Fortunately, no one was present for this sordid chorus.

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