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The Storm on 14-02-2020 14:12:06

Shhh, just relax. It’s alright. No one will know and I’m going to take it out of you in a little while.” George calmed. He was intent on making her underfed, white pussy enjoy king sized Muslim cock all night long.

The candle flame that had turned to a blue speck finally burned out. Now in complete darkness, distinguishable sounds filled the room — the splashing of their body fluids mixing, the squeaking of bedsprings announcing his every movement into her, Alison’s moans of despair containing hints of something more, and the incessant howl from the raging hurricane outside.

“Ooh, oh, oh, God please,” Alison mewled. It was too late. She was cumming again. Her pussy was squeezing George’s cock uncontrollably. No words or actions could conceal this physical truth occurring between them.

Perhaps God was watching, but not her’s, He was not going to help her.

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