Stripper Femboy Gets Manhandled By Buff Bouncers

Sam Ledger just started at the club and gets there early to practice. He’s alone, so he climbs the stage in nothing but lingerie and fishnets, spinning around the pole, making his tight little body look obscene under the lights. Two big bouncers roll in—Trevor Brooks and Manuel Skye—and stop cold when they catch sight of him. They drop their shades and stare, cocks already twitching. Doesn’t take long before they close in on either side of him. Sam doesn’t miss a beat; he grins and lets them grab him, thick hands on his waist, his ass, shoving him where they want. Next thing, he’s on his knees on the stage, mouth stretched around one bouncer while the other spreads his cheeks and spits on his hole. They flip him, bend him, and take turns pounding that pretty hole raw—pushing in deep, switching holes, and spit-roasting him right there under the empty lights, both of them grunting like they can’t get enough of the little stripper’s tight ass.