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    Date: 10/26/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Interracial Sex, Author: rampage86, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    causing muscle convulsions. Her back arched, then began to bounce up and down wildly. Something huge and hard and heavy was slamming in- to her buttocks with terrible f***e, but the feeling was hardly noticeable beneath the impaling power of the mighty cock within her. Giant fingers like sausages whipped around her breasts then squeezed them with an awful f***e, making her screech in response. Her chest exploded with agony and ecstasy, her breasts burning and throbbing and rippling with sexual electricity. Fat fingers caught her nipples and twisted them, pulled them downwards, distorting her breasts. The nipples were stretched out a full two inches from her tits, almost touching the ground beneath her. Then she came again, the top of her head blowing off as her body flailed and writhed and danced in mad- ness. Her head lashed from side to side and her entire nervous system screamed and flared out. Then, just be- fore she lost consciousness, she felt an immense flood of liquids gushing into her belly. She knew it was her bl**d and that she had just died, but she died happily. Lunga felt his seed shooting into the White girl in great fat heaping wads of shiny white potency. Her body collapsed after a final wailing shriek as he emptied himself into her. He gave a satisfied sigh, and pulled his fingers from around her waist. Her arms collapsed, dropping her head and chest down onto the ground. Her knees slipped apart and her ass slowly sank down, her cunt sliding over his soften- ...
    ing cock before finally pulling free and dropping her flat on the dirt. Thick gobs of White sperm dribbled out of the still open love hole, but Lunga knew enough had been pumped into her to do the job. -=*=- Joe giggled weakly as the sound of the distant explosion echoed through the jungle. He'd started lay- ing false trails hours ago, finally creating enough of a gap between him and his pursuers to plant the thin wire, then double far back, climb a tree and climb and jump from branch to branch through the densely packed growth for a hundred yards. The explosion signaled the Pounta had found the end of his trail miles distant and heading in the op- posite direction. Now, unless he hit bad luck, he was safe, at least from that group. He rested his weary frame for a half hour, then rose and began making his way back north. By darkness he'd recovered most of the ground he'd lost during the morning's pursuit. He slept in a tree, then continued at dawn, leaving that particular tribe's boundary a few hours later. He reached the first of the Bantu villages, and after a nervous few minutes, was welcomed generously enough. He had lunch with the village chieftain, who pro- fessed no knowledge about a White skinned female in this area and looked at Joe like he was crazy when the White guide tried to explain what the color pink was. Joe managed to gain a guide further north, to the Clantae village a dozen miles away, reaching there by nightfall. The girl wasn't there either, much to his ...
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