Sucking Cock For Movie Role Pt 3

I let his balls rest against my forehead as I bathed his perineum with my spit, sucking, probing and nibbling as I raised his legs, rolling his hips up and off the bed.
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* Daniel *
Fortunately, Jeff’s home wasn’t very far away, or I don’t think we would have ever made it. He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes away from me and on the road. If he had been pulled over for any of his numerous traffic violations—the list included driving fifteen miles per hour over the posted limit, running multiple stop signs, and nearly sideswiping a row of parked cars—I wouldn’t have known whether to hail the officer as my savior or kill him for cockblocking. The sheer terror of that drive at least helped cool my hormones down enough that I could put one foot in front of the other when we finally pulled into the driveway. Jeff opened the car door for me, and held my hand tightly as he escorted me—hurriedly—to the door.
His house was beautiful, masculine and understated, tasteful and unpretentious in muted wood tones, grays, and blues. Not that I really was able to take in much more than a quick impression at the time, given I was actually standing there facing Jeff Williams. We were both breathing heavily. I was trembling again.
“Here we are. Home sweet home.” He kissed the back of my hand. “Welcome.”
“It’s awesome,” I answered. I wasn’t looking at anything but him, and he knew it. But then, I don’t think he had taken his eyes off me, either.
“Can I get you anything? A drink, a snack? I could give you a tour of the house, or…”
I stopped his mouth with a kiss. I had committed to this, whatever this was, and I wasn’t going to leave...