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Angel Blue (2001)

Take out your cock and enter the world of Michael Zen, where Billy Brandt and Rocky perform live raw sex for the hungry eyes of strangers. Watch the ass licking, butt-hole fucking of Bryan Archer by the monster dick of Brett DiMineo. Enjoy the cocksucking seduction of Deacon Frost by "Bad Boy" Billy Brandt. Inhale the sweaty three-way garage fuck as Dante Foxx and Logan Reed tear up Bryan Archer's willing hole. Witness men of the night crawling over a truck in a haunting group masturbation. Find yourself drenched in the fire-juice of men in heat! A SEX FILM, HYPNOTIC AND TOO NASTY TO FORGET!
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Take out your cock and enter the world of Michael Zen, where Billy Brandt and Rocky perform live raw sex for the hungry eyes of strangers. Watch the ass licking, butt-hole fucking of Bryan Archer by the monster dick of Brett DiMineo. Enjoy the cocksucking seduction of Deacon Frost by "Bad Boy" Billy Brandt. Inhale the sweaty three-way garage fuck as Dante Foxx and Logan Reed tear up Bryan Archer's willing hole. Witness men of the night crawling over a truck in a haunting group masturbation. Find yourself drenched in the fire-juice of men in heat! A SEX FILM, HYPNOTIC AND TOO NASTY TO FORGET!

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Directed By:Michael Zen
Written By:Michael Zen, John Summers
In Theaters:10/22/2001
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Runtime:90 minutes
Studio:Pacific Sun Entertainment

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