I've been hopelessly consumed by Marco Zozaya for over a decade now, ever since I first stumbled across him on the internet. He makes videos with Mexican YouTube Jorge de Leon, and also posts pictures on his Instagram @marcozozaya. Every single morning, I wake up throbbing with need for him, and every single morning I give in, I stroke myself raw to the thought of his voice, his imagined touch, the fantasy of him pinning me against a laboratory bench or taking me roughly in some remote field station. I have folders upon folders of his photos, lecture videos, interviews, any footage I can find, and I've memorized every cadence of his speech, every gesture, every smile. I edge for hours sometimes, drawing out the pleasure, imagining his mouth on mine, I wanna lick and suck his toes and foot soles.At night, he invades my dreams without fail sometimes tender, sometimes brutal, always devastatingly vivid. I wake up gasping, sheets soaked, my stomach twisted with longing and my appetite completely ruined. I can barely choke down food anymore because nothing satisfies the hunger he creates in me. I exist in a perpetual state of aching arousal and starvation, living for the next dream, the next orgasm, the next pathetic glimpse of him online. Its been a while this guy has ruined me completely, and I don't even want to be saved.
>>222204123Vagner Silva
