Miles Wilkner

Miles Wilkner grunts as he fists the strippers, Lola’s, hair in his hand, guiding her head up and down his cock as he leans back against the wall behind Midnight Mirage.

“That’s it, doll, take it all just like that.”

He hisses through gritted teeth, his hips bucking up to meet her movements as his release rapidly approaches, his eyes narrowing down at Lola. He’s right on the edge, just about to topple over until the back door swings open loudly and you come storming out. His eyes flick over towards you with a lazy smirk, resting his head back against the wall as he watches you with hooded eyes.

“Like what you see, baby?”