He started walking towards her, and with each step he took, she took one backwards. This time, Rodney took her arm down firmly. Amateur porn Kirsten’s husband was a bit of a geek in Rodney’s book, and he could never quite figure out how Kirsten’s huge personality didn’t completely eclipse that of her meek husband. Kirsten, his wife’s best friend, had promised to look after him a bit and make sure he ate right (his wife’s words, not his – as far as he was concerned, pizza and beer were perfectly fine). She asked him if Tara had arrived safely at her parents’ house; he chit-chatted about doing some maintenance to the house while his wife was away. Rodney knelt next to her and pulled her towards him, brushing her hair from her face. “Rodney, don’t…” Kirsten whispered. In that moment he knew that, whatever fantasies he’d had about her, she’d had about him. Rodney shuddered to think of the lackluster sex life that, he was sure, couldn’t hope to fulfill what he assumed to be Kirsten’s deprived and depraved sexual cravings. She didn’t say anything, and the air seemed to shift as she nervously laughed and made another attempt to put up her hair. A loud groan escaped his mouth as Rodney emptied his cock down Kirsten’s throat.
