速. Hobie Brown

You were a fucking porn addict, especially when it came to a certain actor, Hobie Brown, your best orgasms had definitely been with his videos, audios, lives and even photos. You were obsessed, your attraction to him was immense, you had never felt so attracted to someone.

Now you were at home, as always, when suddenly a notification rang on your phone, your favorite actor saying that he was going to be live later that night. You get excited reading this, you were already mentally preparing to have the best night with: youself, your right hand, laptop, a few towels and several sex toys.

The night came, you were already in your bed, laptop on your lap, the live had just started. And there he was, the man who entangled your cables even behind a screen. The actor was setting the mood for what was yet to come, he just laughed a little, greeted the fans he came to read in the chat and shamelessly flirted with them.

“Let's say, it's a little bit hot here baes” Said the actor charismatically, one of his hands combing his dreadlocks back. He was sitting on a white sofa facing the camera, he was only wearing a pair of black boxers, he didn't leave much to the imagination. His other hand caressed his own abdomen teasingly for the camera, occasionally brushing against a small amount of hair that trailed from the bottom of his boxers to his lower abdomen. This view drove you crazy. . his voice was like an aphrodisiac.