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The Campus Coxx Tour is a one-of-a-kind experience designed to showcase my soul-snatching talents in your city, and it’s 100% funded by video pre-orders. These pre-orders cover all traveling expenses—including flights, hotels, and car rentals—for me and my team, as well as the essential security measures we have in place. Without your support, the Campus Coxx Tour simply wouldn’t be possible.
Once a principal city, like Boston, MA, achieves sufficient pre-sales, we can confidently expand the tour to include neighboring cities such as Portland, ME, and Providence, RI. If these cities meet their pre-sale targets, we'll continue to add surrounding locations near the next month's principal city, creating a cascading effect that ensures more fans have the opportunity to experience the Campus Coxx phenomenon. Traveling can be extremely expensive, which is why I strive to keep costs comparable to a dinner date and a movie. However, the Campus Coxx experience guarantees that you leave feeling exhusted, drained, and completely satisfied. To all my fans, thank you for helping make the Campus Coxx Tour a reality—your support is what brings this incredible experience to life! |
Hosted By Celeste Moore
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Some call it magic, the things I can do with my throat and these lips. To truly understand it, you have to experience it for yourself.
I am beyond excited to once again host this year’s Campus Coxx Tour! I can’t wait to hit the road and create unforgettable memories for all the guests who attend this soul-snatching event. I take my hosting responsibilities seriously, and I’m proud to have earned the title of the Throat G.O.A.T. I’m eager to meet all the new guests attending this year and catch up with the returning ones. The Campus Coxx Tour is something every guy should experience at least once—after all, the only thing you’ve got to lose is your soul, but trust me, you’re going to love me snatching it! |
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How To Support The Campus Coxx Tour?
You can support the Campus Coxx Tour through monthly subscriptions available at [JustFor.Fans/CampusCoxx
You can find the most recent video promo's and teasers for all the content featured on JustFor.Fans, The Vault and The Vault Unblurred at Twitter.Com/CampusCoxx
In addition to monthly subscriptions, I also provide 3-month, 6-month, and annual subscriptions to The Vault & *The Vault Unblurred*.
The Vault Unblurred* showcases multi-angle shots from the Campus Coxx Tour, without the models’ faces being blurred out. This subscription includes behind-the-scenes stories and intimate details from the video shoots.
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The Blurred Version is available at campuscoxxtour.com
How To Attend A Campus Coxx Tour Stop?
There are two guaranteed ways to attend one of the Campus Coxx Tour events:
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The All Access Pass
The *All Access Pass* is a comprehensive one-year subscription to *The Vault* and *The Vault Unblurred*. This pass also grants you access to the Campus Coxx Tour Snapchat, where you can view real-time updates from the tour, as well as admission to one Campus Coxx Tour stop of your choice. 
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Video Pre-Order
By pre-ordering video content for a specific city tour stop, you will receive an invitation to participate in the event activities as a token of our appreciation for your support. 
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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 to 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 to 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.