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in honor of boss hitting the big 1 mil, some porn of him doing a shadow puppetry handcam gone awry.
>he starts by accidentally brushing against his nipples and letting out a surprised gasp- let's assume he's got his guard down, he's in mengen- and maybe he gets a little into the way chat's spurring him on so he does it intentionally, rubs his chest and down his stomach, we can hear him breathing a little faster... he whispers, surprised, vulnerable
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>"fuck i'm... i'm starting to get worked up, chat, you know? hah-"
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>he turns to the side, then, just a little, just enough, just far enough to see the bulge disrupting the smooth line of his shadow... and his hand as he dips it lower, teasing his stomach just above where he wants to touch...
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>"you guys like that...? you really- you really like me like that, too, huh?" he presses down in his erection, then, angles it away from his body, down and down- and lets go, hissing when it springs back to attention and bobs against his stomach. the shadow is so sharp that eagle-eyed viewers might even catch the sticky trail of moisture that briefly connects his hand to his cock.
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>"bet you wish you were here right now," he whispers, repeating the action and thrusting into the air a few times, just to show off the strength of his movements and the arch of his back when he does so. "if you were here... if you were here, right, guys? i'd grab onto your waist, yeah, and..." he doesn't finish, only moves his shadow suggestively, lets out another nervous giggle of enthusiasm and excitement and raw horny energy and nerves, too, all rolled into one overwhelming sense that he's definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing- and it's absolutely thrilling him to do it anyway.
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>"no, come on, guys! you know... you know... i can't just turn the camera at myself right now... you know that... ngh, fuuuck." he visibly shivers as he runs a hand loosely down his shaft and back up again, giving into his need for pleasure. "ah... what do you mean? i'm thinking- what am i thinking about?" he pants, thrusts into the warmth of his hand and curls his toes into the carpet because it's too good like this, it's too good to have people watching, to realize people are probably getting off with him right now...
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>"i'm thinking... i'm thinking of you guys, chat, all of... nghh, yeah, all the lucubs right here with me... you wanna touch me, yeah? wanna- shit, are you gonna make me- make me cum? guys? ahhhh... fuck, i'm so horny, just want someone right here so i can just-" his hands move, pantomime in shadow, mimicking the act of grabbing onto something and thrusting, shoving himself into a wet warm space, taking his pleasure... his hands return to their rightful place then, one wrapping around his length and the other pulling at one oversensitive nipple, causing his hips to buck of their own accord as he gets close to his release. "ah, i'm so close, fuck- cum with me? i want, want to make you cum too, guys... want to make you feel good too... {he shivers again, sinful thoughts racing through his mind of the legions of his chat, on their knees with mouths open, waiting to receive him-
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>"fuck!" luca lets loose a string of profanity as he cums all over his hand and sprays a shadowed arc across the room. he shivers, visibly trembling as he tries to get his breathing back under control. it's by far the hottest thing he's ever done, but the post-nut clarity is vicious as he frantically tries to clean the cum off his hand to end stream.
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>"shit, we uh, we did that, guys! we did that... let's keep it between you and me, okay? just between you... and me." he says, ending stream and privating the vod as fast as his shitty aussie internet will allow. then, his task done, heart still racing, he slumps down into the floor and flops on his back to contemplate the ceiling, and his poor decision-making skills.
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>and all the while, he tries very hard to ignore the notifications lighting up his phone. those are a problem for a future mean and evil mafia boss.
