Welcome to my Private Gloryhole in Mexico City

I don’t this for money.

I don’t do it for everyone.

I do it because I love it. Because I crave it.

I only open my mouth for the real monsters — cocks that look carved from marble, thick enough to test a jaw, heavy enough to wreck a throat. Not average. Not ordinary. Only the kind that leaves a man trembling and me wanting more.

Here, you’ll find more than just a wall.
You’ll find my videos. You’ll see why I built this.

I come from Portugal. I arrived in Mexico City only a few months ago, in 2025.

It’s been over a decade since I watched my first gloryhole video. Back then I told myself: “One day, I’ll be the one on my knees.”

And when that day came, I knew exactly what I wanted.
Not every man. Not every cock. Only the biggest. Only those that feel like they were made to be worshipped.

I take straight curious, bi, and gay men who carry real size — the monsters that test a throat, that leave a mark long after they’ve gone.

Sometimes they arrive fresh from their girlfriends, and I get the first taste. Sometimes they leave me dripping, then go home and fuck their wives even harder, lasting longer because of what they left in my mouth.

For me, it’s simple: I only savor the best.
Not average. Not ordinary. The finest cocks are like fine wine — rare, unforgettable, meant to be enjoyed slowly, completely, with every drop.

Take this cock, for example. It doesn’t have the thickness of a beer can, but its shape is flawless. The curve only makes it more tempting, like it was designed to fit perfectly between my lips.

Look at this one: perfect shape, pure delight for my mouth.

In the video above, you had five minutes to stroke, to listen, to imagine. Now, let me tell you why I do this.

Now that you’ve seen the second video, you know a little more about me. I’ve worked as a creative director — I build worlds. So why not build one for myself? A world where the biggest, most beautiful cocks in town find their way to my lips.

I admit it: I enjoy being read by you. I like knowing that, as you scroll, you’re imagining how warm, how tight, how inviting my mouth will feel wrapped around your shaft.

I like making my life more thrilling. Taking strangers — hung, thick, sculpted — into my throat makes me feel alive in a way few other things do.

And the best part? You’ll never fully know who I am. Like Batman, I stay masked. You get the release, I get the pleasure — and in that secrecy, both of us win.

Apologies to the locals — I don’t speak Spanish. Portuguese is close, but not the same. I can read some, but I prefer everything in English.

Now, the real question: when can I suck you? My schedule is flexible. Where? When I moved to Mexico, I knew exactly where I wanted to be. Condesa — vibrant, discreet, the perfect place to build the room where the biggest, most beautiful cocks in this city would find me.

Send me your cock, yes — but give me more than that. The cock is what I crave, but the man behind it is what makes me leak. A body shot, your vibe, even a face pic if you dare (cover it with an emoji if you want and send it to view only once- that’s fine). Show me something that makes me want to kneel for you.

Still, one rule stands: I only take cocks that are truly big, beautifully shaped — or average, if they belong to a man so handsome I can’t resist. Anything else, I’ll pass.