He closed the space between them and was now close enough to her to smell the floral scent of her shampoo. Kirsten was like a deer caught in headlights and just started at him. Kirsten, who had never seen a black cock before, stared at Rodney as if he’d just grown a second head out of his neck. Rodney closed the bedroom door – an unnecessary act, since no one would come by the house and it was isolated enough that there was no one within earshot to hear anything. His cock jumped out of its prison, thick and erect, pointing, it seemed, directly at its intended target. Even better: Kirsten’s husband was away on business for at least a week, so the timing couldn’t have been better. He leaned into her and soaked in the sweet, damp smell of her freshly washed hair and skin while his hand traveled down her back and found the ass he’d been admiring not too long ago.
