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The Storm on 14-02-2020 14:33:30

“You’re the one that mentioned masturbation, so you must want me to do it to you again.”

“please don’t touch me there anymore.”

“What? You don’t like me touching this?” He softly fondled her clitoris.

“Stop it — please!” She twisted her hips as he held her legs apart.

“I’ll just touch it for a little while. I’m going to make your clit nice and hard like my cock. Let’s see how you feel about things once I make you this way too.”

“Oh, God!” Alison cried, his fingers waking her clit to their presence, making it more appreciative of touch — bringing her toward a state of arousal equivalent to his own.

The masturbation slowly drained the fight from Alison and her writhing subsided. His gentle unrelenting caresses had simmered her down while building a different type of tension centered in her loins.

“See how frustrated you feel if I suddenly stopped stroking it for you now and left you like this?”

Her pussy was wet, her clit firm and receptive between his leisurely fingers.

“You would be compelled to satisfy this awful itch — the way I feel every time you give me an erection.”

He sounded apologetic.

“I can’t help it. My cock gets hard all the time and aches. It hurts so badly if I don’t take care of it. Allah created me this way while placing females like you, with beautiful bodies that cause my suffering and are capable of alleviating it.”

While George spoke self-pityingly of God’s “Allah’s” will, it was Alison who was actually treated unfairly, chosen to be an unfortunate recipient of George’s amorous attentions.

Alison did not reply to George, but for those few moments, she almost understood him while he continued soothingly manipulating her engorged clitoris, making it firmer and even more receptive to his touch — transforming her.

She could not let him make her that way again. She had to stop him somehow. But was this God’s will?

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