Recommend Blog: BLACK ATTACK GANGBANG was so startled that I jumped up, smacked my head on the refrigerator shelf and dropped the carton of eggs I'd been holding onto the ground. Wincing at the loud cracks I heard from the carton and the pain in my head, I turned to look at the reason for my reaction.
That's when my breath caught. He was a distinguished middle-aged man, probably in his mid forties and dressed in an immaculate suit. He had thinning, dusty blond/almost brown hair, that looked like it would be curly if he let it grow. A strong build, a chiseled jaw, and the look was topped off with a pair of angry green eyes. He looked arrogant and obnoxious, and he was sexy as hell. I always had a thing for older men, I just never realized how much until I was already married to someone a year younger than me.
