Cristopher Raul's Skype show starts innocently enough, the camera panning over his cluttered room, settling on his face. But as he locks eyes with his unseen audience, the atmosphere shifts. His hands start to wander, caressing his body, slipping beneath his shirt to tweak his nipples. He stands, pushing his jeans down, revealing his already hard cock. He doesn't rush, taking his time to pleasure himself, his strokes becoming more aggressive. He leans back, feet braced on the floor, fucking his fist until he comes undone, his cock pulsing, cum dripping onto the floor.