It was obvious now that the bastard was trying to make Stella cum.I glanced very carefully at this guy and saw immediately that my suspicions were cor...ect; his red ugly face had become flushed and he was clearly sexually excited.He had been gently massaging Stella’s clit for several seconds; but all of a sudden, my girlfriend sat up and told him it was enough masturbation now.My girlfriend did not want to come in this ugly guy’s fingers…By sitting up, those fingers slipped out from her soaking. Around 6pm I went to her and she was watching a movie, she was wearing a nice pink nighty, we were sitting and watching tv together and talking about lot of things, we even discussed about our personal stuffs. When ever I see her there is no happiness, her face is always pale and thought she is not having a happy life. Told her I haven’t seen her smile so far, she hesitated and told me that she was in love with someone else, but her parents objected and married her to shyam. Shyam is a nice. She started gagging immediately as I rammed my 8" deep down her throat.As I pulled it back out strings of slime came with it, and startedrunning down her chin. I repeated it several times, and slapped hernigger face. "You're such a good girl", I said to her, in a voice normally reservedfor pets or babies.It was clear she got off on it, as she almost threw herself on my cockeach time I said it... "oh, yes you are, you are daddy's good little girl"She was gasping for air and I grinned at her. I. If St. Michael and his Angels were fighting Satan and his army I had just been shot. What side I was on I didn’t care. The amount of semen may not have been as much as the pony had shot into me but the brute upon my back was using his cock buried inside me to much better effect. And I could tell this wild animal was enjoying it too. His panting was loud and his drool was copious. My hair and neck was being soaked with his slippery slime.His furious pounding had been to my advantage. The force.