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The Storm on 25-03-2020 08:29:25

Alison’s body thawed from George’s warmth. The powerful pheromone calmed her and allowed her to drowse as he stroked her soft, flowing golden hair.

George pushed his big fat cock against Alison’s entrance. He wanted to get inside her now, while she remained receptive.

His penis greatly dwarfed her husband’s, and her vagina had difficulty accommodating it. He pushed harder and harder until her soaked vaginal lips — ultra-receptive to stimuli from his oral attentions — stretched open enough, admitting the head of his cock.

With Alison’s lucidity lasting no longer than the flashes of lightning, an hour of passionate lovemaking quickly passed. George’s cock bored into her pussy practically visiting her cervix.

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,” “Oh, oh, oh, — right there,” Alison mewled anyway.

She arched her back and twisted the sheets in her fists about to begin another big orgasm.

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.

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BBCLuver on 20-02-2015 03:15:20

Lucky bitch

Anonymous on 04-09-2014 01:26:18

She doesn't ever want him to stop!

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