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𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 loves mutual masturbation on camera just as much as fucking. before your scenes even start, he likes to sit across from you, stroking himself while you do the same. he watches every movement, mouth parted just slightly, breathing slow like he’s absorbing every detail. it’s not rushed or performative—it’s real, raw. he likes seeing you take your time, fingers circling your clit, back arching under the soft lights. he talks to you the whole time, voice low and full of heat, telling you how good you look with your legs spread, how he’s already aching to be inside you. by the time either of you actually touch, the tension is so thick it almost feels like foreplay could’ve been the whole scene.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 has a serious thing for lingerie—especially when it contrasts against your skin. he told you once he’s obsessed with how certain colors look against you. deep red, sheer black, even pale blues—he likes the tension of silk and lace stretched over your thighs, hugging the curve of your waist. before shooting, he’ll ask what you’re wearing under the robe and make you show him slowly. sometimes he won’t even start filming until he’s had a full moment to admire you, hands resting on your hips, lips brushing your neck. he doesn’t rip the lingerie off either. he fucks you in it—slow strokes at first, thumb tracing the strap on your shoulder while his other hand tugs the panties to the side.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 is into face-sitting—and not just for the visual. when you filmed your third collab together, he asked if you’d ever sat on a man’s face on camera before. when you told him no, he smiled and said it was overdue. he laid back, hands gripping your thick thighs the second you climbed up. he loves how heavy you feel, how your body molds over his mouth. he doesn’t stop until you’re shaking, his tongue deep and greedy like he’s trying to swallow every sound you make. what made the footage go viral was how clear it was that he loved it—eyes half-lidded, hips shifting beneath you, like getting smothered by you was a reward.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 gets possessive during collabs—but in a quiet, focused way. you noticed it during shoots when other people are involved. his strokes get deeper, more deliberate. he holds your jaw so the camera can see your face when you moan his name. he’ll pull your leg higher or change angles just so the viewers can watch how good he’s making you feel. off-camera, he jokes that your chemistry’s just for the brand, but the way he kisses you between cuts, fingers tracing your stretch marks like he’s memorizing them, says otherwise. he wants the camera to know it’s him who draws those reactions out of you. not the lights. not the script. just him.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 has a spit kink—but it’s subtle, intimate. he doesn’t announce it or make it messy for the sake of shock. it’s in the way he’ll spit slow and precise on your clit before eating you out, watching it drip while his thumbs spread you open. sometimes, when he’s deep in your throat and your eyes are watering, he’ll pull out and press a slow spit against your tongue, murmuring how good you’re doing. it’s not degrading—it’s loaded with control and closeness. he likes how filthy it feels without taking away the softness of it. it’s not about humiliation. it’s about connection.

𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑!𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 loves mirror play—and he always positions you just right. the first time you filmed in a hotel with wall-length mirrors, he turned you toward them before even unzipping his pants. he stood behind you, big hands on your waist, both of you watching the way your brown skin looked stretched around him as he slid in. he whispered in your ear the whole time, guiding your eyes to the way your ass bounced, how your breasts moved when he grabbed a fistful of your hair. he likes scenes where the viewer can see what you see—how flushed your skin gets, how proud he looks every time he makes you moan. it’s about showing you off and showing you to yourself.

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