He got scared.
"What if your husband finds out?"
"What if my husband already knows?"
The fear in his eyes was too precious, but in the end too much of a driving factor to progress.
"You're fucking insane," he told me as he pushed my forehead away from his cock.
And as his bony, white ass threw his shirt back on, I sat on my knees with my mouth agate thinking of the effort put into him.
Fuck it. I'll just bake a cake.