A Blowjob For The Driver (4)
Jed did not need to say it out loud. The second his hand moved between Cordon’s legs and brushed the growing bulge in his underwear, the air between them shifted.
"You don’t have to be gày to enjoy a good blówjób," Jed murmured, his fingers stroking gently. The pulse against his palm was unmistakable. Cordon’s cóck was swelling, eager and heavy.
“It’s clear your cóck wants it,” Jed added.
Cordon’s breath hitched. He didn’t move away. He just looked down, his brown eyes locked on Jed’s face, lips parted. Slowly, he opened his robe without a word. The green briefs hugged his thick shaft, but it was clear the fabric was losing the fight.
Jed dropped to his knees, eyes fixed on the outline. He slid his fingers under the waistband and tugged it down carefully.
