He stood up from the bed and walked over to a nearby mirror, puzzling as he looked over himself. His dirty-blonde hair was awfully close to his should...rs - his older brother always made fun of his "shag" - which made Luke wonder if he should also go to the barbershop while he was at it. He had shaved the night before, revealing his full lips and cleft chin. His body wasn't as built as he had hoped but it wasn't as if anyone else was gonna see his scrawny frame anyways. He looked awkwardly at. ”A small man, with thinning grey hair, intelligent bright blue eyes, and an academic stoop, thrust his hand towards me. Mimi and I exchanged baffled glances.Jean-Woodrow gave a beaming smile. “Monsieur Courvoisier, may I present my step- father and my mother; Sir Elijah and Lady Mimi Greenaway.”The smile on Courvoisier’s face vanished, replaced by embarrassment.He switched from speaking French to English.“Sir Elijah, Lady Mimi, my humblest apologises. On the examination list your step-son is. Are we going to work all night, or do you have better things to do with your evenings?" That depends on what you had in mind," she smiled impishly. "I know a brand new place over on the East Side, it's called the Spinny Spot. It just opened last week." Sounds great." He hoped that his smile wasn't too forced. The evening could get a bit rugged, but he thought that the rewards might be well worth the effort. Spinny Spots were the latest rage all over the country. The new chain of clubs had. Umut grabs Fikri’s shoulders and brings him even closer to him and in one moment Fikri’s hole reaches the base of Umut’s cock. Neither man moves. Both start shaking uncontrollably as they cling to one another. The moment goes on and on. Voluntarily, their lips meet as they continue vibrate together wrapped in each other’s arms. Umut knows this is sex from paradise itself. Fikri is lost into himself, seeing the shooting stars and feeling the lightning bolts flash up and down his spine. .