Somehow, you can’t imagine 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 shooting a fag when the boy should be on the baseline practicing his game. Except it soon becomes clear that it’s not this particular weakness that has upset the coach, but rather Walker’s discovery that the man has been fucking Orlando White – literally! As Walker eagerly points out, he’s the one who should get the hell out here – and given his rather domineering masculine personality, he probably has a very valid argument.
Needless to say, it takes Walker about five seconds to get Santana inside, push him onto a couch and start abusing the youngster with determined slaps; before the coach 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 fucking minute of his assessment here, and the fact that he so vividly breaks his nymphs while helpless on Walker’s button says it all. As does the undeniable look of delight on his pretty little face when Walker finally coats him with a torrent of creamy cum!
