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The Storm on 19-02-2020 14:36:56

“No, let me go!” Alison yelped.

“We’re not finished yet. Get on my lap,” George growled, jerking her to him. She knew what he wanted — he had made her do it to him like this previously — and it was so degrading.

When she resisted them before, however, he hit her and then they fucked her hard for an extra long time. Fighting it again would only mean more pain and eventual physical pleasure. She realized it would be better to just do this with them now; get to the physical pleasure. Even though she did not want to have more intercourse with them, there was really no way of avoiding it.

She thought she was out of tears, but she began crying anyway as she straddled him. “Please don’t make me do it again.”

Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit from behind. She felt him parting her lips —slipping his cock inside her while a second cock was inches from her face.

“Why are you making me do this?” Alison wept in frustration with this black Muslim man’s insanely large penis entering her vagina again.

How long would these monsters continue tormenting her?

George left her question unanswered and calmly stated. “We’ve done it this way before and you know what to do.” His hands on her firm buttocks slowly guided them downward.
“But you’re getting really good at it,” he callously replied.

“Ow, ow,” Alison groaned, his huge black cock sliding further into her — the tumblers of her lock once again conforming for his wrong key. Even after three days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt his penis opening her, filling her — and her pussy stretching to accommodate it.

“Nice and easy,” George cooed. “That’s it — you’ll get used to it again soon and love it.”

He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not want to get used to them again or love it.

Warm, salty tears running down her face, like the first drops of a summer shower.

With his assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while still weeping.

”please stop making me do this with you. It’s wrong. I’m married and I can’t commit adultery with the two of you.”

“Shush, it’s not that bad. I can tell you’re starting to like it. You’re getting so wet, Oh, yeah, that feels incredible.”

Her tears subsided but she still loathed him. She hated having his abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it pleasure. Worst of all, she despised the pleasure his obscenely big penis began giving her.

She was indeed growing use to it again just as George had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of her hatred for him. More and more, with momentum building, she found herself unable to stop riding him.

She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis — yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high to overcome.

Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity, each time she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him back inside her.

“Doesn’t that big black Muslim cock feel good now?” George asked.

Its depth inside her left Alison speechless and her mouth gaping. She abhorred doing this with George. But he forced her to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched it, and she detested him for it.

Yet her body was giving him a much different response.

“Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah,” she mewled. Her pink pussy traveled up and down his dark black dick making it wet and shiny like a dipstick removed from motor oil.

“That’s it, Alison, stop trying to fight it,” George encouraged as she fucked him. “You see how good big black Muslim cock feels inside you? I bet you cant wait for a second?”

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