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The Storm on 20-02-2020 17:46:39

Alison knew this pleasure came with a cost, their reproductive organs exchanging more than physical feelings, but also body fluids, and she was receiving. Receiving his genetic code, DNA. It was beautiful, disgusting and wrong all at the same time.

“Take it out,” she whispered unconvincingly.

“I know, Alison, in a little while. You’re starting to loving Muslim cock. Stop fighting it.”

He nibbled his way up her neck and to her ear.

Alison felt further tangled in a knot with him. Was she actually starting to love his black Muslim cock? Maybe she had enjoyed his big black penis all along but could not admit it to herself.

They had already had so much sex without protection, what difference did one more time without it make?

“Oh, yes, right here. You want this. I love putting my hard cock in your tight pussy. Doesn’t that feel good going inside you? You starting to like big black Muslim cock?”

The intense sensations began to hijack Alison’s thoughts — his penis going so deeply inside her.

He kept asking her if it felt good, if she liked black cock — coaching her to perform horribly filthy things non-stop. But yes, it felt good to Alison — too good. Could that mean she loved it and loved him? She experienced more guilt and confusion. George did lewder things to her each day, that caused her body to involuntarily respond and humiliatingly orgasm for him.

“Oh, yeah. Does it feel good right there, Alison? Is that your special spot? Your wet made my cock real hard again. Does your husband’s cock get big and hard for you like this?”

Alison panted in response. Sex with her husband rarely lasted more than a minute and she never orgasmed from it.

Now that she knew George this intimately, her husband seemed so small, weak and impotent to her.

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