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The Storm on 28-07-2020 15:42:50

“Please, George. This isn’t right.”

“Get on top this time,” George replied.

What a lovely scene, George thought. He triumphantly watched this gorgeous white woman, reluctantly straddle him, taking his beefy black cock in her pussy and arching her back in surrender.

Married and typical of her race, she was once too proud and haughty to be with the likes of him, but not any longer. Now she was romancing herself on his black shaft.

George enjoyed watching as Alison struggled. She lowered herself onto his penis, her hand guiding it into her wet slit.

“Ooh,” she murmured as she began humping.

“That feeling good, now, Alison? Let’s see how hard we can make you cum.”

“Ooh, don’t — ooo.” All she could do was pitifully moan, as she worked her hips, crying out from powerful orgasms she was unable to stop herself from receiving.

She still disliked him, but not as much as before. George patiently allowed Alison to seduce herself on his thick, long prick.

“Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh,” she softly mewled.

“That’s it, Alison. Keep moving. Doesn’t that feel good?”

“No, I don’t like it when you talk,” Alison insincerely gasped, her pussy growing more sensitive to the delightful friction from his cock and her hands beginning lustful explorations of his muscular chest.

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