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The Storm on 27-01-2020 08:58:52

“Ooh, ooh, you don’t understand.” Alison mewled, his big fat cock working into her. It felt so good rubbing underneath her clit and against the multitude of innervations lining her pussy, pulling her tightly stretched labia in and out.

This was all wrong, but Alison began assimilating to extra marital sex and an interracial relationship with George. She was bonding with him emotionally. But how was this outcome to be avoided when her body seemed to appreciate it more each time they performed them?

A primitive yet powerful force made things progress along a natural course driven by primal instinct. George, who Alison had initially hated, replaced her husband in their bed and claimed her as his own.

“There’s nothing to understand. It just feels good to both of us, Alison. There’s no reason to feel guilty about this. Let’s enjoy each other.”

George kept saying the right things to her. She was angry with her husband for leaving. He had abandoned her during a terrible storm. He allowed George to come and do this to her.

“Ooh, ooh, do promise you’ll pull out of me this time before you cum.”

“Of course I will.”

George had successfully planted his flag in someone else’s sovereign soil. He planted that flag so deeply that it could never be removed.

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