T.T. goes cruising for coochie, and with a fistful of cash money he nearly magnetizes them greedy Ho's eyes. Little do they realize that he's packin' major heat in them jeans, and T.T. is about to get  every ounce of his money's worth… standin', sittin', even hangin' from the mo' fo' closet rail in the motel! This is T.T. at his finest, just slamin' pussy the way it feels good to him, and not givin' a fuck if the camera guy can keep up wit' his ass or not. But he usually does! (Byron and Steed ain't no slouches neither.)

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