Charley And Elli Hungry For Cock

Tommy Gunn tosses bills like confetti across the stage. Two dancers twist around the pole, lips locked, hands wandering. He climbs up, greedy mouth finding heavy breasts, tongue circling stiff nipples until they glisten. The girls peel his trousers down. Warm lips stretch around his thick shaft, tongues working in tandem. One straddles him first, sinking down with a wet sound, then the other claims her turn, hips rolling deep. Tommy’s release follows soon after—thick ropes pulsing across their faces, dripping from lashes and parted mouths.