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Roberu’s latest solo event has an 18+ only section to it. Roberu clears his throat, it was a little raw as it was the last section of the event. He looks over to the crowd, looking at the mix of men and women in it, chatter filling the room. “This part is gonna be a bit more interactive.” He says, his cheeks turning pink. The sound of him unzipping his fly reverbs through the room. All the regulars watch Roberu intently as he lowers his pants. He palms his dick through his underwear. (“He’s wearing red today!!” A regular whispers excitedly.) “I-I’m gonna talk to all of you while jackin’ off, to prove that I’m a talking monster!” He says. He sneaks a hand up his shirt to squeeze at his chest, pinching a nipple. A shuddery, barely audible gasp escapes him as he does, but he has a mic on him; so everyone heard. He’s growing harder underneath his touch, and he casually removes his underwear, leaving the red underwear hanging by his ankle. He plays with his balls, squeezing them roughly, a moan escaping him. (“Master, you’re being quiet.”) Roberu swallows as he wraps his fingers around his dick. “Oh y-yeah. I guess I can talk about what I /like/.” He groans as he closes his fist around the head of his dick. “Spanking. That’s obvious. Being bullied…” Another cute moan cuts him off as he flicks at his other nipple. “I didn’t know that I liked being watched ‘til just now…” His hand around his cock goes faster as he strokes his thighs, the slick sound of his precum echoing through the room. (“Who knew Master was so sexy?”) He shudders, “Praise me more.” He whimpers out. He puts his fingers in his mouth, getting them wet with his saliva. The crowd watches with eager eyes as he sticks them into his hole, scissoring and fingering it open. They watch it tighten and swallow his fingers. “P-praise me, and watch me while I cum!” With a few more strokes and finger thrusts, cum shoots out of him, the ribbons of semen staining his thigh, and dribbles down to the floor. His chest rises and falls as he tries to catch his breath. He stares at the crowd and blushes, suddenly modest as he closes his legs.
“The shows over. You can leave now.”
The regulars pounce him instead.
