VIP - After Hours

Addison Graham eyes the stage, craving to be that gleaming pole Sebastian Kross dances around. He slides a crisp hundred into Sebastian's briefs, claiming his prize: a deep sniff of those heavy nuts. The cash unlocks after-hours heat in the VIP lounge, and Addison's thick stack of Benjamins promises endless thrill. Sebastian rips away Addison's clothes amid hungry kisses, but Addison's grip stays iron on that thick cock. Their bodies align like sculpted marble—smooth, muscled, marked only by Sebastian's wild ink sprawl—both crowned with dark, tousled waves. Addison tugs Sebastian closer by the shaft, drawing it deep into his mouth. Sebastian sways like he's still under the lights, pivoting to offer his ass for Addison's eager tongue. Horned up and ready, Sebastian drops to suck Addison hard and quick, then bends him over and thrusts in deep, doggy style. They shift through positions, bills scattering as sweat-slick skin slides in rhythmic frenzy. Suddenly, Addison's cock erupts without mercy. Sebastian pulls out and unloads ropes across Addison's soaked chest, only for Addison to seize that spent dick once more, licking every last drop clean.