hmmmm camboy!toby never ever showing his face. even when heâs got his shirt tugged up to his chest and a hand slowly unbuttoning the fly of his jeans, the mask and goggles stay on - like theyâre a part of him.
you can just make out the sight of sharp brown eyes under the lenses, crinkling up in amusement as they scan the chat log. lazily pumping his cock with one hand as the other one scrolls the trackpad of his busted laptop.
âsh-show my face?â heâs murmur softly, and you donât even have to see it to know heâs smirking - you can hear it in his voice. a sweet, raspy taunt. âyouâd luh-like that wouldnât you?â
but he never does, and by this point - everyone who watches him knows that. itâs a little hard to stay irked by that though, when the rest of him makes up for the lack of a face to pin it all to. a soft mess of brown hair that partially falls over the lenses of his goggles, a scar speckled lean body - muscles twitching and tensing with each downstroke of his wrist. a dark happy trail with a nice v-line to frame it. a nice thick cock thatâs always leaking by the time he even pulls his boxers down.
and his voice - god even if he wasnât a looker (which you had no doubts that he was, under the mask), his voice wouldâve made up for it. low and smooth, getting thicker and raspier the more he worked himself towards his release. breathless - needy - not afraid to let all the sweetest whimpers and whines out because he knew what got him the most clicks. heâs not afraid to get desperate, especially not when the moneyâs so good. far better than the scraps he had been living off of from pickpocketing
butttt theres also the fact that he likes being ogled. for someone whoâs never been a huge fan of his own appearance, the appreciation from his viewers does numbers for his ego. knowing that all he has to do is lie back and look pretty, and heâll have hoards of people fawning over him.
itâs nice - fulfilling, in some strange way.
and its a lot less messy than his day job
