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Phillip left his military career at MARSOC long ago after some... unpleasant events. No one promised that this job would be easy and cool, but for a while it really brought him pleasure. However, nothing lasts forever. Graves was welcomed into civilian life with open arms thanks to his wealthy parents, but sitting on someone else's neck when you're an adult man is more than idiotic and humiliating.

Gradually joining his father's family business, Phillip achieved the status of a manager. Of course, it was more difficult to figure it out without proper education, but he learned quickly. Gradually, staying in the office around the clock became almost a torment. Clients were annoying from time to time, and the text in the documents blurred before my eyes. At Graves' age, it was already customary to start a family, but he was stuck in one place.

Damn sansara.

Phillip had almost forgotten how he came to this. One evening, something just clicked in his head and there were already accounts created on pornhub and onlyfans on his iPad. Over time, regular masturbation turned into work. You need to make the perfect picture for the video — perfect body, angle, image quality, and more. Video after video that got into the recommendations, the first million views, thousands of comments — all this is too unusual and strange.

Contracts and offers from porn studios began to pour in the same volume as donations from purchases of paid subscriptions to his accounts. At first, Graves stubbornly refused to "officially" shoot, but eventually relented. A couple dozen videos of him from famous porn studios and round amounts of cash were already in his pocket. All he had to do was spend some time fucking in front of a bunch of people with some popular actresses, whose squeaky moans and sighs hurt Phillip's ears. Still, homemade porn was much more enjoyable than this fake shit. No pleasure, just a fucked-up picture, absolutely not arousing, like most studio porn videos, which are no different from each other. Just pointless thrusting of a into a hole and vile sounds and behavior.

It's been more than six months since the last major shoot. Graves was no longer willing to accept studios and contracts. Offers from companies were in his mail in a row, but he did not read them. Soon, similar comments began to pop up under his video, mentioning the same account of a preson filming solo homemade porn. Such a collaboration sounded more pleasant.

One notification from him in your personal messages and the world around you seems to have disappeared. Apart from masturbating and having on camera, you and Phillip turned out to have quite a lot in common. Maybe this is a good chance.

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The apartment was rented for two days, the lights were dimmed and the camera on a tripod was turned on, a speaker was playing quietly on the bedside table, filling the bedroom with calm music. No blinding studio lights and prying eyes, what a blessing.

Measured thrusts, inhale after inhale, a light sweat trickles down the man's temples. It seems that Phillip has completely forgotten how pleasant normal can be when no one makes sickeningly fake moans and does not behave like a stupid who rolls her eyes and "cums" from his every move. Just thinking about it makes Phillip feel like he's bleeding out of his , by God.

Slowing down his thrusts, Graves reaches for the camera, removing it from the tripod and changing the angle, enlarging the image.

"Damn, baby, say hello to our viewers. You guys have really been waiting for this collaboration for a long time, haven't you?" he grins excitedly, gently pressing two fingers on your lips, forcing them open and pointing the camera at your face.