He looks like he’s had cheekbone implants, but it’s just his face. His lips are always wet because he licks them a lot. He starts slowly on his bed, t-shirt on, smoking a spliff. His eyes get heavy from how stoned he is. There's a massive portrait of Amy Winehouse above his bed painted in thick strokes of purple, lilac, burgundy, blue, and black. It’s hideous. He welcomes guys as they enter, casually, betraying no excitement, but you feel seen. You almost forget why he’s there in the first place, but then you see the tip scales in the chat interface on the right and left quarters of the screen. When tips trigger the “lovense,” his anal toy, you begin to understand his appeal. His breaths deepen, stop in intervals that match the rhythmic intensity of the vibrations, and come out in choked exhales like he’s bearing down on something, giving birth to pleasure. His breaths echo the rise and fall of the pulses and indicate that desire is an inside job. You don’t even see the toy for most of the session. After he hits the first tip goal, the shirt comes off. Eventually, his massive dick comes into view. Big, but not freakishly big. He cinches it with his fist like a tourniquet, distending the shaft into pinks and purples that stand out against his pale white skin…..READ MORE