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The Storm on 13-02-2020 19:13:20

At some point, their physical intimacy had crossed a threshold becoming something else. Vulgarities during sex — what felt good and where — began replacing Alison’s cries for George to stop. She ceased asking him why he was doing this to her and their conversations evolved.

She was married, but perhaps she could love another man too. If nothing else, she could secretly enjoy his big Muslim cock.

He gripped behind her knees, pushed them to her chest until her cute, round ass rose. He spread her thighs. Her tight wet pussy barely managed taking his entire cock.

“Oh, yea, your pussy feels so good.”

“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.

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