Eric is a virile Frenchman with a rugged, hairy physique and an imposing presence. His body exudes raw masculinity, from his thick chest hair to the undeniable bulge between his legs. Unapologetically filthy in his desires, he thrives in the heat of sweaty, unrestrained encounters between men, where words are as potent as touch.

A relentless gooner, Eric lives for the thrill of stroking himself raw, lost in the intoxicating musk of his own arousal. His voice drips with lust, each filthy phrase meant to heighten the tension—spitting, growling, urging others to join him in the debauchery. The scent of skin, the slide of spit, the primal rhythm of fists on flesh—nothing excites him more than surrendering to the filth.