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The Storm on 26-01-2020 16:10:48

Her taut wet cunt gracefully slid up and down on his thick, dark shaft in a steady, uninterrupted tempo — almost like that of a metronome — hardly requiring his oversight.

“Oh, you feel so good. You’re so tight and silky.”

” Ooh, ah, uh, nah, oh.”

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

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.

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