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The Storm on 12-08-2020 10:05:18

From the back of her head, he twisted her beautiful flaxen hair in his fist and pulled tightly, causing her head to tilt backwards.

“I see you looking at my cock, girl, but I don’t think you understand the seriousness of our relationship,” George spit into her terrified eyes. “You should have thought about things before you came on to me last night — told me how lonely you were and how much you wanted me. You loved it. You came like crazy on my big black cock. You don’t get to abruptly end things with me now because you got what you wanted and feel like it. I’ll decide when our little affair is over, and it won’t be anytime soon. I think you’re a stuck up white bitch that likes to tease and use immigrant men for their entertainment.”

It felt like her scalp tore open as he locked her arms behind her back at the elbows. Her eyes opened widely staring fearfully; her mouth gaped in disbelief and her hands tightly fisted uselessly.

He was pushing into her from behind and all Alison could think about was if by some remote chance were condoms somewhere in the house for this black Muslim to use with her.

Married and typical of her race, she was once too proud and haughty to be with the likes of him, but not any longer.

“That feeling good, now, Alison? Let’s see how hard we can make you cum.”

“Ooh, don’t — ooo.” All she could do was pitifully moan, as she worked her hips, crying out from powerful orgasms she was unable to stop herself from pushing back to receive his cock.

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