Paladin Cosmos Sexo
Paladin's mink cosmonaut in search of his infinite sky studded with candid vulvas and innocent phalluses merging.
My pornography
Paladin's mink cosmonaut in search of his infinite sky studded with candid vulvas and innocent phalluses merging.
My phallus fascinus rises up, carried to the sky by two vulva wings that look like marquee entrances.
Whether it is scenic, textual, sound, visual or graphic, my art is exclusively sexual art. It takes its source in the fascination for our bodies.
My cock jerked off. Appearance soft or carnally aggressive, shocking, the urge to suck undulates. "Say, draw me a penis! »
Oh, my sex, you coppery piece of meat! Hey you! Touch her. That's how the body is made. To deny it is pure nonsense. Whether you like it or not.
I saw the penis, little sister of jerking off and from the height of its erect shaft, she said to me: "Eat, this is my sex! Drink, this is my sperm!"
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
Beauty of a close-up ejaculation. It's one of mine that's slowed down nicely. Pearly dewdrop pearl, a drop of semen comes out of my tight glans
"Our thirst for sacredness imprisons us. Let's kill her before she suffocates us. "An untimely videotaping against a backdrop of historical tragedy.
I look with suspicion at those who utter words with exhibitionist ease but never have the simplicity of exposing their naked bodies.
I'm building my tomb, my isolation, my kingdom, my sewer. I'm equipping my fragile Nautilus from the inside to bandage like a kid on the face of the world.
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Today, I have kept this short hour of ordinary pornography in me as one of my most beautiful moments as a moviegoer.
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
Is it then inconceivable to desire to simply claim the lovable beauty of one's own purses, those simple balls that I cherish, my testicles?
The happy exhibition of the penis, flaccid or rigid, as a condition for the free expression of a simple and fulfilled masculinity.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.
Sodomy as an art form. For this performance, I decided to get fucked by a spectator with a prop.