Jessy Karson and the tattooed, shaved-head man pull him down by the chains, their mouths crashing together as rough hands grip bare skin. The muscular one pins him against the brick wall, fingers digging into his hips while Jessy’s tongue forces its way past lips, teeth scraping. The air thickens with the sound of wet slaps and the metallic clink of restraints, nothing else needed to know what comes next.
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