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The Storm on 27-01-2020 15:38:27

“Ooh, ooh — I don’t know about this, George.” She bit the corner of her bottom lip. She was confused, but his big black cock felt so good inside her.

A feeble voice tried reminding her this was wrong. Her body contradicted her brain, however, and conveyed desire for him by her hips attempting to meet his; by her hands tracing the muscles in his back leading to an embrace; by her pussy contracting around his cock in uncontrolled spasms; by her warm wet mouth receiving his tongue as its own.

Less than one week before her husband’s return Alison had finally succumbed to George’s decadence, and George fully indulged her acceptance. He had not found a white woman yet he could not break down.

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