Somehow, you can’t imagine the likes of Rafael Nadal or Roger Federer sneaking off the court to enjoy a cigarette, so it’s no surprise that the coach of Alex Santana (Paul Walker) is rather displeased to find his charge pulling on a fag when the lad should be on the baseline practicing his game. Except it quickly becomes clear that it wasn’t this particular weakness that upset the coach, but rather the fact that Walker discovered the guy had been fucking Orlando White – literally! As Walker eagerly points out, he’s the one who should be messing around here – and given his rather domineering masculine personality, he probably has a very valid point.
Needless to say, it takes Walker about five seconds to wrap Santana up inside, push him onto a couch and start abusing the youngster with determined slaps; before the trainer then rams his beautiful wand down his pupil’s throat. If you’re looking for romance, this is not the place to start your search. Walker is every inch the dominant party here – a point that’s ultimately underlined by the hardcore fucking that follows, with Santana’s asshole getting pounded in a whole range of positions.
It’s almost enough to make a grown man weep – but on this performance, we’d say Santana enjoyed every minute fuck of his evaluation here, and the fact that he so vividly breaks his nads while helpless on Walker’s button speaks volumes. As does the undeniable look of delight on his pretty face when Walker finally coats him with a torrent of creamy cum!
