With bated breath and eyes closed he felt the warmth of his fingers sliding up and down on his oil slicked cock.

He surrendered to the warmth of the moment. He felt as though each stroke was a reflection of his emotions and fantasies.

The world outside faded away as he embraced this feeling.

He imagined his wife before him, erotically making love to her favourite black friend.

He stroked faster and tried to grip his oily cock tighter, as he did. A small amount of cum drizzled onto his hand. He licked it, hoping it might be his wife's creampie.