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The Storm on 21-02-2020 09:54:32

“Don’t worry. I’ll take it out before I cum” George reassured her.

His heinous act had progressed too far for too long, felt too good to both of them now and would run its course.

“Ooh,” Alison gasped, his cock sawing in and out, rubbing a sweet spot beneath her clitoris never stimulated through intercourse for her before. It kept distracting her and she was unable to ignore it. Yet Alison failed to understand the connection between the intense sensations she experienced and the size of George’s penis. She never had intercourse with a man even remotely this well-endowed.

They needed to stop, but delirious and on an incredible sexual high, Alison briefly postponed resistance only to succumb again, and becoming completely absorbed performing the sensual act at hand with him.

With Alison’s lucidity lasting no longer than the flashes of lightning, an hour of passionate lovemaking quickly passed. George’s tongue explored every crevice in her mouth, his cock bored into her pussy practically visiting her cervix, and they repeatedly embraced while moaning to each other.

“No, can’t. Isn’t right,” Alison suddenly babbled as she felt another orgasm approach and again recognized that George was fucking her. She remembered how she had wanted to stop George earlier, and she resumed struggling beneath him.

“Shhh, just relax. It’s alright. No one will know and I’m going to take it out of you in a little while.” George calmed.

He was intent on making her underfed, white pussy enjoy king sized Muslim cock all night long.

The candle flame that had turned to a blue speck finally burned out. Now in complete darkness, distinguishable sounds filled the room — the splashing of their body fluids mixing, the squeaking of bedsprings announcing his every movement into her, Alison’s moans of despair containing hints of something more, and the incessant howl from the raging hurricane outside.

“Ooh, oh, oh, God please,” Alison mewled.

It was too late. She was cumming again. Her pussy was squeezing George’s cock uncontrollably. No words or actions could conceal this physical truth occurring between them. Perhaps God was watching, but not her’s, He was not going to help her.

“That’s it, that’s what I want. I want you to cum for me more. Show me how much you love me — love Muslim cock,” George goaded as Alison’s fingernails dug into his muscular biceps.

Alison could only moan between heavy breaths in response. How could she do this and how could any decent man refer to this debasing act as love? She could never love any part of him, even if it felt like butterflies in her thighs and abdomen; like driving a car over the crest of a hill in steep descent; like ascending too fast and too high on a swing.

She had never experienced multiple orgasms before, but extra-marital sex was horribly wrong and disgusting, especially with this black man. She despised George for somehow seducing her and her body for betraying her. Despite Alison’s hatred for George, she could not stop climaxing for him. She was unable to keep track, but George counted her orgasm at least 12 times during her lengthy maiden ride on his big black cock before finally allowing himself to cum.

Alison noticed George’s thrusts accelerating, his bell-end burgeoning within her. He banged into her with greater force and less control. His huge, rippling black muscles grew harder from tension inside him reaching a boiling point. However, in the middle of another mind-blowing orgasm herself, she ignored the warning signs.

“I’m going to cum in your pussy.”

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