Walid, Dubai - June 2022

Wallahi I cannot give wahid good reason for why I do not bin Hefe down and bour luscious condensed milk all over his soft bateekh. Za way he greet me wiz angel eyes when I shout to Phillipino manservant to open door of mansion, it fill me wiz za joy like saffron dulce de leche cake which overflow wiz soft cream filling of destiny. Habibi, best in life zat one iz one hour boyfriend experience wiz Hefe while he softly stroke Walid Jr with Tom Ford masturbation Oud Wood oil. No smile more beautiful zan Hefe when to take za dirham into his red Chanel.

Emmanuel, July 2022

Zis was one of most amazing night in my ole life. First I make Hefe squeal like little pig which az been electrocute but zen I ask him to rub iz gentle and on zee brown forest of my poitrine to breaze in zee deep aromas of Epoisse et Galoise zat permeate from my ot bouche. We play Daft Punk and Hotel Costes playlist zru zee night and we make ze nice conversation about cash flow analysis with 1 souzand cigarette and more cheese wiz smell like unwash feet. Zen I make him cry for his milk like gypsy begging on Ave Ch. Elysees. Zen boom boom. Cinq Starez.

Roger, London, May 2022 

After being with so many men who are the chubby personification of the 5pm dinner reservation (like, SO YUCKY), I am SOOOO happy to have Hefe. I made him gag harder than my darling Antonio when I forced him to sit front row at Plein and who would have known that fountain of tears could be reused as lube for round 2. The only thing that makes me happier than Hefe is my annual trip to Jackie O wearing Versace speedos, Summer Walks, Givenchy gimp mask and the silk assless robe I got for my 21st birthday. Highlight? Definitely when he sucked the life out of me and blew cold shisha smoke into my hole under the dinner table. Top of my pops.