Jessy Ares and James Ryder

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That cop stomping thru the club is not there to make a bust; he's a stripper. Jessy Ares hops onstage in utter uniform and shifts around the pole, masturbating his nightstick and peering out under his aviator sunglasses to make strenuous eye contact with James Ryder. James is one step eliminated from punk, with skintight denim and tattoos along his arms. But James needs encouragement. Jessy has a strategy: he takes off his shirt to unveil his unshaved torso and erect, dime-sized nipples, then he uses the shirt as a lasso to pull James onstage. Confused James is cuffed to the dancers' pole. Jessy twitches the pants off him and starts a full-bore blow job, wrapping his lips and tongue around James's pole, then swallowing it. The act takes a quantum leap when Jessy thrusts James to his knees and pile-drives his uncircumcised sausage into James' mouth. Shortly James's face is slick with spit and pre-cum. Jessy's purpose is James' hole, so the handcuffs come off. James heads down on his back, gams high, as Jessy paws his ass cheeks and movies his tongue around James's taint while romping him with the nightstick. That ass-fuck prelude shifts gears, to a full-fledged fuck, both studs sweating bullets. James globs his explosion on the floor and takes Jessy's explosion on his mouth.