The sensation of Mick’s hot long tongue made Ennio’s hair stand up, but the wetness of the saliva mixed with lips moving up and down his dick also just as easily made him gasp in pleasure. A light went inside Ennio’s brain. And that thing is a synthesizer,” he said pointing to the panel and the hollow under it. Mick told him, the idea was, if he decided to stay, he could customize the room however he wanted, there would be no restrictions. They reached one of the private chambers inside the hall, which consisted a big sunken tub, a post modern looking curvy bench, and a shower in the corner with glass walls. Of course it didn’t last long, because for one, he hadn’t had his dick sucked in a very long time, and for another, to his ignorance, Mick was not here for pleasure but to simply prove a point. The things you get on earth are the ones that are fake.
