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The Storm on 14-08-2020 13:04:12

The room filled with a playing dance of light and shadows. Alison’s consciousness followed a similar course drifting toward delirium.

For brief intervals she hallucinated in the darkness. George became her husband, they shared tender moments and she stopped resisting. George established footholds, extended boundaries, secured concessions, seized additional territory from her.

A glimpse in the shadows left Alison doubting her own eyes. His penis could not really be that large.

Her hands escaped his clutch and ineffectively pushed at his sides while her nipples poked into his chest.
The sensation of his monstrous penis pressing against her, its warmth and hardness reaching above her belly button, confirmed what she saw in the shadows.

George wrapped his arm around her petite waist, reached down and fumbled with his gigantic charcoal penis as if it was the wrong key he tried fitting into a lock — her lock where it absolutely did not belong. Finally, the head of his behemoth cock found her pink, wet slit. She felt him parting her lips —slipping his cock inside her.

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.

The flames in the living room fireplace died and illuminance throughout the house dropped.

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 — stretched open enough, admitting the head of his cock.

Beguiled into believing George was her husband, she thought he felt very different tonight. But it been ages since they had sex. Their love life had diminished to nothing since they first married. Her husband’s penis was now tremendously thicker and longer than she remembered.

It took forever going all the way into her — so deeply, filling her completely — then backing almost all the way out. The sensations, unlike any she had ever experienced, became less unpleasant as her anatomy grudgingly adapted to a superiorly endowed partner.

Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo — almost like that of a metronome — hardly requiring his oversight.

Her pussy enthusiastically lubricated his black cock and seemed to welcome the colossal Muslim invader more affectionately than her own husband’s penis.

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