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Celeste Moore
"I may be on my knees, but I got you by the balls"Hey guys! It’s your girl Celeste, and I just wanted to send a huge thank you for stopping by my site!
Can you believe it? We’re gearing up to celebrate the 4th anniversary of the Campus Coxx Tour! It’s been an incredible journey, and I’ve absolutely loved meeting all the awesome guys at my Campus Coxx events and chatting it up with you online. You really know how to make a girl feel special! I’m beyond excited for the 2025 tour stops! I can’t wait to see all the familiar faces returning to support the tour again and to welcome all the new guys attending for the first time. Let’s keep those good vibes rolling and make this next year even more unforgettable! Your support means the world to me, and trust me, I’ve got some exciting surprises in store for you all! Catch you soon! Celeste |
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The all access pass
For my Ultimate Fans there is the All Access Pass. The All Access Pass have many perks including :
*1 Invite to attend a Campus Coxx Tour Stop of your choice
*Access to Exclusive Unblurred Tour Videos
*Access To Tour SnapChat
*Exclusive Access To The Behind The Tour Stop Video (Where I give a commentary on select tour stops and participants )
All Access Pass- $250.00
*1 Invite to attend a Campus Coxx Tour Stop of your choice
*Access to Exclusive Unblurred Tour Videos
*Access To Tour SnapChat
*Exclusive Access To The Behind The Tour Stop Video (Where I give a commentary on select tour stops and participants )
All Access Pass- $250.00
Campus Coxx Tour Dates & Stops
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Atlanta, GA
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Denver, CO
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New York, NY
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Boston, MA
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Get your complimentary invitation to attend by Pre-Ordering Content, or Buying the All Access Pass
(Guaranteed Invites to attend a Campus Coxx event are only for those who purchase the All Access Pass or Pre-Order content. Subscribers can submit a request to attend as a replacement option.)
*All Access Passholders: If the city you want to attend is less than 30 days away, I may not be able to accommodate you, as most tour stops reach capacity by then. Please contact me first to confirm availability.
My Debut Serialized Erotica Story – Where Real-Life Sparks Ignite Fiery Fantasy
What happens when a quiet gym crush turns into a Valentine's Day conquest? Dive into this sizzling blend of truth-inspired seduction and pulse-pounding erotic storytelling. Watch as I transform from the overlooked "homie" in hoodies and caps to a commanding force who completely wrecks my personal trainer's world – one teasing glance, one calculated move, and one unforgettable night at a time.
Releasing Weekly – The full ~50-page story drops one steamy chapter at a time, every week, building the tension until the explosive finish. Perfect binge-for-the-week vibes: come back for the next hit of heat, control, and that slow-burn payoff.
Included with subscription at snatchingsoulz.com
What happens when a quiet gym crush turns into a Valentine's Day conquest? Dive into this sizzling blend of truth-inspired seduction and pulse-pounding erotic storytelling. Watch as I transform from the overlooked "homie" in hoodies and caps to a commanding force who completely wrecks my personal trainer's world – one teasing glance, one calculated move, and one unforgettable night at a time.
Releasing Weekly – The full ~50-page story drops one steamy chapter at a time, every week, building the tension until the explosive finish. Perfect binge-for-the-week vibes: come back for the next hit of heat, control, and that slow-burn payoff.
Included with subscription at snatchingsoulz.com
Excerpt from Pending: "A Ride to the Edge"
I pulled back, meeting his eyes. They were dark, pupils blown wide, desperate.
Then I slid off the seat.
Onto my knees.
Between his thighs.
His eyes went wide. "Celeste—no, wait—" His hand reached for me, trembling. "You don't have to—we're in a fucking Uber—"
"I want to." I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscle quiver beneath expensive fabric. "Let me."
The leather creaked as he shifted, trying to process. The driver's eyes flicked to the mirror again—then quickly away.
Marcus's hand found my hair, fingers threading through the curls. Not pushing. Just touching. Grounding himself. "This is really happening—"
I looked up at him through my lashes. Held his gaze.
And with deliberate grace, leaned forward.
My tongue traced the underside of his cock—base to tip—tasting salt and heat and him.
His whole body shuddered. The hand in my hair tightened. "Oh fuck—"
I did it again. Slower this time. Savoring the way his thighs tensed, the way his breathing went ragged, the way he was trying so hard to stay quiet and failing.
Then I took him in my mouth.
Just the head at first—lips sealed around him, tongue swirling, sucking gently. His hips jerked and I pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him still.
"Don't move," I murmured, pulling off just enough to speak. "Let me control this."
He nodded frantically, hand over his mouth again, eyes squeezed shut.
I took him deeper. Inch by inch, relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose. He was thick—stretching my lips, my throat—heavy on my tongue, taking up space I had to work around—and the taste of him flooded my senses.
A car honked outside. The driver turned a corner. The city kept moving.
And I kept taking him deeper.
"Oh my god," Marcus whispered, voice wrecked. "So deep—"
I hummed around him and his whole body went rigid. His hand flew to the door handle, gripping it white-knuckled.
I pulled back, then sank down again—setting a rhythm, measured and calculated, taking him to the back of my throat each time. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet car, mixing with his ragged breathing and the muffled sounds he couldn't suppress.
His hips started moving despite his best efforts—small, desperate thrusts.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. "I can't—I'm trying—"
I pulled off, stroking him with my hand, looking up at him. "You want to fuck my mouth?"
His eyes snapped open. "What?"
"Do it." I licked the tip, maintaining eye contact. "Show me how desperate you are."
Something in him broke.
His hand tightened in my hair—not rough, but firm, guiding. His hips lifted and he pushed back into my mouth, deeper this time, testing.
I relaxed completely, letting him in, and his control shattered.
He thrust—tentative at first, then faster, both hands in my hair now, holding me steady as he fucked my mouth with increasing desperation. The sounds he was making were raw, animal, barely human.
The driver cleared his throat.
Marcus froze.
I didn't.
Then I slid off the seat.
Onto my knees.
Between his thighs.
His eyes went wide. "Celeste—no, wait—" His hand reached for me, trembling. "You don't have to—we're in a fucking Uber—"
"I want to." I ran my hands up his thighs, feeling the muscle quiver beneath expensive fabric. "Let me."
The leather creaked as he shifted, trying to process. The driver's eyes flicked to the mirror again—then quickly away.
Marcus's hand found my hair, fingers threading through the curls. Not pushing. Just touching. Grounding himself. "This is really happening—"
I looked up at him through my lashes. Held his gaze.
And with deliberate grace, leaned forward.
My tongue traced the underside of his cock—base to tip—tasting salt and heat and him.
His whole body shuddered. The hand in my hair tightened. "Oh fuck—"
I did it again. Slower this time. Savoring the way his thighs tensed, the way his breathing went ragged, the way he was trying so hard to stay quiet and failing.
Then I took him in my mouth.
Just the head at first—lips sealed around him, tongue swirling, sucking gently. His hips jerked and I pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him still.
"Don't move," I murmured, pulling off just enough to speak. "Let me control this."
He nodded frantically, hand over his mouth again, eyes squeezed shut.
I took him deeper. Inch by inch, relaxing my throat, breathing through my nose. He was thick—stretching my lips, my throat—heavy on my tongue, taking up space I had to work around—and the taste of him flooded my senses.
A car honked outside. The driver turned a corner. The city kept moving.
And I kept taking him deeper.
"Oh my god," Marcus whispered, voice wrecked. "So deep—"
I hummed around him and his whole body went rigid. His hand flew to the door handle, gripping it white-knuckled.
I pulled back, then sank down again—setting a rhythm, measured and calculated, taking him to the back of my throat each time. The wet sounds were obscene in the quiet car, mixing with his ragged breathing and the muffled sounds he couldn't suppress.
His hips started moving despite his best efforts—small, desperate thrusts.
"I'm sorry," he gasped. "I can't—I'm trying—"
I pulled off, stroking him with my hand, looking up at him. "You want to fuck my mouth?"
His eyes snapped open. "What?"
"Do it." I licked the tip, maintaining eye contact. "Show me how desperate you are."
Something in him broke.
His hand tightened in my hair—not rough, but firm, guiding. His hips lifted and he pushed back into my mouth, deeper this time, testing.
I relaxed completely, letting him in, and his control shattered.
He thrust—tentative at first, then faster, both hands in my hair now, holding me steady as he fucked my mouth with increasing desperation. The sounds he was making were raw, animal, barely human.
The driver cleared his throat.
Marcus froze.
I didn't.