Somehow you can’t imagine the likes of Rafael Nadal or Roger Federer sneaking off-court to enjoy a cigarette, so it’s little wonder that Alex Santana’s coach (Paul Walker) is rather disgruntled to find his charge puffing on a fag when the lad should be out on the baseline practising his game. Except it quickly becomes apparent that it’s not this particular foible that has upset the coach, but rather the fact that Walker has discovered that the fellow has been fucking around with Orlando White – quite literally! As Walker eagerly points out, he’s the one who should be doing the fucking around here – and given his rather domineering, masculine persona he probably has a very valid point. Needless to say, it takes about five seconds for Walker to bundle Santana indoors, push him down onto a sofa and to begin abusing the youngster with some determined ass-slapping; before the coach then thrusts his handsome ramrod down his pupil’s throat. If you’re looking for romance then this ain’t the place to begin your search. Walker is every inch the dominant party here – a point that’s eventually underlined by the hardcore fuck that follows, with Santana’s ass-hole taking a pounding in a whole series of positions. It’s almost enough to make a grown man weep – but on this performance we’d say that Santana enjoyed every fuckin’ minute of his appraisal here, and the fact that he so keenly ruptures his nads whilst helplessly skewered on Walker’s knob says it all. As does the undeniable look of delight on his pretty little face when Walker finally coats it with a torrent of creamy cum!