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The Storm on 24-02-2020 10:57:35

“Ow, ow,” Alison groaned, his huge black cock sliding further into her — the tumblers of her lock once again conforming for his wrong key. Even after three days of frequent intercourse with him, she still felt his penis opening her, filling her — and her pussy stretching to accommodate it.

“Nice and easy,” George cooed. “That’s it — you’ll get used to it again soon and love it.”

He sickened her. He was not her husband and she did not want to get used to it again or love it. Warm, salty tears running down her face, like the first drops of a summer shower.

With his assistance, she slowly began moving her pussy up and down his cock while weeping. ” please stop making me do this with you. It’s wrong. I’m married and I can’t commit adultery.”

“Shush, it’s not that bad. I can tell you’re starting to like it. You’re getting so wet, Oh, yeah, that feels incredible.”

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.

She rose up intent on dismounting his long, fat penis — yet each time, not quite far enough. His thick, lengthy meat, imbedded deeply inside her, was a hurdle too high to overcome.

Instead of dismounting his skyscraper of masculinity, each time she kept sliding back down it instead, taking all of him back inside her.

“Doesn’t that big black Muslim cock feel good now?” George asked.

Its depth inside her left Alison speechless and her mouth gaping. 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.

“Uh, ah, ah, oh, ah, ah,” she mewled. Her pink pussy traveled up and down his dark black dick making it wet and shiny like a dipstick removed from motor oil.

“That’s it, Alison, stop trying to fight it,” George encouraged as she fucked him. “You see how good big black Muslim cock feels inside you?”

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