The blond grips the light brown dog’s scruff, his knuckles flexing as he pins it to the floor, while the bearded one kneels behind, his fingers digging into the fur just above the tail. The dog’s legs kick, but the grip never loosens, one man’s arm locks around its ribs, the other’s palm presses flat against its back, guiding it into position. Their muscles ripple under the light as the dog’s ass lifts, the air thick with the sound of claws scraping tile.
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