Chapter 107. Eiffel Tower Quickie: Ginger Head Gets Filled With Cum (Bl)

I gripped the microphone tighter as I scanned the crowd milling around in front of the Eiffel Tower, my camera guy trailing a few steps behind with the rig steady on his shoulder. It was a busy afternoon, tourists everywhere, and I’d already handed out a couple hundred euros to people who nailed my pop culture questions. The game was simple: answer right, get cash. Answer wrong, and you owe me a favor—usually something harmless like dancing on camera or shouting something embarrassing. But today, I was feeling bold, looking for someone who might play along with something riskier.

That’s when I spotted him. He was leaning against a railing, scrolling on his phone, earbuds in, completely oblivious. Mid-twenties, maybe, with messy ginger hair, a fitted black t-shirt that hugged his lean chest and arms, and jeans that sat low on his hips. He had that effortless look—sharp jawline, full lips, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. I felt a stir in my gut immediately, that