Christopher Ashlee

Christopher lays it bare: 'It's fun being someone else on video.' Today, this macho mocha bonbon transforms into Big Bird, yellow shirt hugging his frame, grin wide, arms flung wide like wings across the couch back. He dives in, shedding clothes with a coy striptease—channeling Gypsy Rose Lee herself. Fingers wrap that thick slab of meat, eyes drifting shut in a trance, mouth falling open in rapt wonder, echoing Bernini's Saint Teresa in ecstasy. His cock gleams like black velvet, uncut and proud; elegant fingers slide its length, tugging the soft foreskin, pinching perky nipples. He pumps faster, grip tightening, until release erupts—globs of jism spilling free. Whoa. Pure mastery, this chameleon Christopher.