Stripped 1: Make It Rain MBV032
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These strippers do more than strip to make the money rain down. Director Steve Cruz captures the willing holes that star in the secluded cubicles of an all-male strip club in Stripped 1: Make It Rain. Every exceptional ass and quivering hole is revealed for the huge cocked customers who frequent the back rooms of this exclusive club, where you can see sexy swaying silhouettes on the walls that offer you clues to what's going on next door. These private dancers redefine lap dances and slide down some of the biggest poles around. The clubs best and "biggest" customer, Max Marshall, always brings a fat wad of bills to the club and an enormous, thick dick to match. He gives both Trenton Ducati and Derek Parker breathtaking poundings in separate scenes. They both handle his whopper with the skill of a pro. Andrew Justice is another frequenter of the club and he gets super passionate with Latin dancer Marcus Ruhl before he invites him to take it to a deep, penetrating level in private. In the finale, Race Cooper charms Josh West with his sexy moves and spectacular black ass, and he gets a handsome, thick reward in the back. In Stripped 1: Make It Rain the sweat, saliva, cum and bills rain down over the strippers. This is a club that will keep you cumming back for more, and you'll want to visit again and again.
The bulge in stripper Trenton Ducati’s jockstrap is so big, there’s gotta be a cup under that black mesh. Not. He’s just really “excited” to see Max Marshall, whose wad of bills is almost as fat his cock. Max starts off stuffing the straps of Trenton’s jock with cash. Every time Trenton makes one of his amazing ripped muscles flex, he gets a tip. Looking for the payload, Trenton bends over and sticks three fingers in his ass, telling Max, “make it rain,” and Max lets the entire stack of dollars float down. Max’s tongue and Trenton’s fingers both spend a lot of time getting that muscular butt ready for fucking, and Trenton welcomes a good face-fucking to get Max’s cock to its maximum size – gynormous . When that cock at last makes its assault on Trenton’s ass, there’s no way to be prepared. Monster balls slam Trenton from the outside while that monster cock slams him from within. And Trenton slams back, fully a party to his own punishment. Just as the dollar bills rained down, there’s more rain to come, in the form of two cocks showering their jizz.
Andrew Justice is one of the hottest guys on the planet. He’s a beefed up stud with a super sized sausage. He provides the pole and Marcus Ruhl, who displays a magnificent set of plump hard pecs, provides the dance as they tangle tongues. The kissing stops and Marcus kneels to put his oral skills to work on Andrew’s up-curved, mushroom-headed cock. His tongue wraps round and round that head like the agitator of a washing machine, eliciting a rain of oohs and aahs from Andrew. Marcus hangs his torso over a big hoop that’s hanging from the ceiling so he won’t collapse in ecstasy when Andrew begins to eat his ass. That same hoop offers balance when Andrew lies on the floor and Marcus lowers his hole on the cock that awaits his meaty haunches. Marcus’ hardon – uncut and with foreskin covering it almost to the tip – slaps and slides against Andrew’s abs as he plunges up and down. A switch to missionary position lets both studs watch each other rain cum all over Marcus’s washboard abs.
Lust, rain o’er me. Toned and tall Max Marshall can’t resist a muscular and masculine stripper, so bearded, pierced and tatted Derek Parker is just what the doctor ordered. Max takes out his smartphone to video Derek’s pole dance, then both studs get the same idea and pop their cocks out. Max joins Derek at the pole for a bruising lip lock, then Derek turns his attention to Max’s pole. It’s greater in diameter than the pole on the stage and it gives Derek’s jaws a hell of a workout. After punishing his throat muscles, Derek hops aboard Max’s massive hard on and punishes his sphincter with a literal lap dance that leaves them both glistening with sweat. You can smell the testosterone! When Derek’s hole demands relief, they break for another make out session then resume fucking doggie style, then missionary. Max’s balls swing and slam. His pummeling thrusts become faster and shorter, signaling that the end is near. Max’s mammoth shoots his load across the room and Derek blows his load.
Stocky Josh West doesn’t pay particular attention the sinuous ebony rhythms of the ripped Race Cooper, who’s bumping and grinding on the dancers’ platform. So, Race takes a more direct approach, planting his buns within grabbing distance of Josh’s face and winking his hole in welcome. Race’s white jockstrap frames his buttocks as Josh reaches out to tuck a bill under a strap. Race continues to shimmy and sway as Josh’s tongue lays claim to the hole that was offered. Josh tells Race “I’ve got something for ya,” and challenges him to find it. Race dives for the stiff meat Josh is harboring in his pants while Josh twists a nipple on his hairy barrel chest. Race practically leapfrogs onto the cock he’s been sucking for a squealing ride, freeing his cock from the pouch of his jockstrap. Josh delivers it rough, especially when he spins Race around for a standing fuck and slams him like a pneumatic drill. Pulling up so hard on the waistband of Race’s jockstrap, Josh lifts Race off his feet. Race squirts a load while getting fucked, then leans in close to catch Josh’s “rain” in his mouth.