I fuck you for a moment, then stop again. Quivering on me, and shivering beneath me, you lock your eyes to mine, and begin.I feel amazing just remaini...g still inside you for a moment. You are almost vibrating against my cock, and your deep, gasping breaths are starting to shake. I know how to help with that. Running my nails up your torso, between your breasts, I reach for your throat. At first, I move my palm across it, holding my fingers away from you, but soon, they wrap one by one against. Comfortable??? I was feeling like a sissy under a bully. His body weight was crushing me and his dick it just, it was just awesome in my asshole. In those minute I was again imagining my wife in the same pose but with one difference Sardarji hadn’t closed her mouth in my dreams.She was shouting my name and then I realized I was again seated on the sofa, masturbating and enjoying my wife’s brutal, yes brutal ass fuck. Sardarji was started fucking my ass and my wife’s ass. I came back to reality,. Now the scene showed a Negro -- woman dancing. Stallone joined her in a few steps, then sat back to see her dance with his friends which consisted of 2 men and three women. Soon the black lady was undressing till she was naked. My mom's eyes bulged out. It widened more when she saw Stallone dancing naked, with his small dick dangling around. She forgot I was there and watched it. Stallone and others joined in and they were soon fucking the black women followed by the others. Suddenly the. All I see now is a picture of myself driving by his house looking for her car, checking his Instagram a million times, stalking her Facebook for any signs of them together. I finally only see myself and all the time I have wasted and I am embarrassed. My next move is I get in my car and just start driving ... to nowhere in particular. I jam my playlist and drive and drive and drive. My mind seems to clear with each passing mile. Somehow, by muscle memory I guess, I find myself in our driveway.