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The Storm on 25-09-2020 13:39:47

She knew what he wanted — he had made her do it to him like this previously — and it was so degrading.

Alison straddled his lap and slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while thinking, ”please stop making me do this. It’s wrong. I’m married and I can’t commit adultery.”

Her tears subsided but she still loathed him. She hated having his abnormally huge cock inside her and giving it pleasure.

Worst of all, she despised the pleasure his obscenely big penis began giving her. She was indeed growing use to it again just as George had predicted, and began acquiring rhythm in spite of her hatred for him.

More and more, with momentum building, she found herself unable to stop riding him.

Alison's hips increasingly moved with the beauty of an exotic dancer as she tried to brace herself.

George reclined back to enjoy the view of Alison's bouncing ass checks as she seduced herself.

She abhorred doing this with George. But he forced her to betray her husband, her vows of faithfulness, and join to him. He made her surrender physical intimacy that bordered her soul, sensations that actually touched it, and she detested him for it.

Yet her body was giving him a much different response.

“That’s, it Alison. Keep working your pussy like that. Oh yeah, you love how it feels inside you.” encouraged George.

He was a sick, perverted animal, Alison thought. She hated him, yet he was inside her. She had always been faithful until George tore that precious fidelity away from her like a heartless thief.

At this moment, she loved hearing him say her name. It was a gratifying reward while this demented black Muslim forced her to experience every single inch of his monster penis visiting uncharted depths of her womanhood.

“Oh, yeah, See how much your pussy wants that big black Muslim cock now?”

“Oh, God, please” Alison cried in an almost thankful tone, unable to stop committing this disgusting, immoral act on him.

How could her body betray her like this? Her hips stuck on autopilot repeated the perverted dance with him.

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

She was an arrogant, high-class white bitch who grew less inclined to ever seek help with each orgasm he gave to her, George thought. She was the type of white woman he enjoyed bringing down by making her fuck big black Muslim dick repeatedly, instilling in her an insidious appetite for well-hung dark meat.

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