This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrity mentioned. I do not own Paul Walker (I wish!)
"What are you doing?" Paul asked. Shocked at my action. Not saying a word I reached down and grabbed one of his ankles, bringing his leg up in the air, bringing his foot to my lips. I ran my tongue along the side of his foot causing him to squirm on the bed. I held onto his foot tighter, french kissing the bottom of his foot. "Dammit that tickles man!" I looked at him and just grinned as I began to suck each of his toes. Paul was arching his back, grabbing the bed covers and moaning. "Ahhh! Stop!" he begged as I sucked on his big toe. I released his foot as I climbed up onto the bed. Paul laid there watching as I crawled up his body. Stopping at his growing cock. I looked up at him and winked just as I took it completely into my mouth at the same time playing with his balls with my hand. He started to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth as I sucked harder and harder. Paul's hand ran through my hair, pushing it down further down onto his thrusting, pulsing cock. As he shot his load down my throat he let out a loud moan. I licked his cock clean, getting every drop of his juice. We both got up off the bed and headed for the shower, Paul stood behind me lathering my back, letting the water rinse the soap off. He leaned in and started to kiss my shoulder. As I stood under the water, Paul had started to run his tongue down my spine, his hands grabbing each of my ass cheeks and pushing them apart as his tongue slid down my crack. I braced my hands against the wall as Paul's tongue slid in and out of my hole. I moaned. After the shower we toweled off and found our clothes getting dressed quickly. I drove Paul to the nearest garage, he thanked my for the ride, and I thanked him for my ride. He grinned as I pulled out and headed down the interstate.