Josh Moore grips the paddle hard, his dark hair damp with sweat as he swings it down with brutal precision, the leather crackling against Greyson Lane’s tight ass. Dan Saxon kneels behind him, his beard rough against the tattooed man’s skin, fingers digging into the muscle of his thighs while he takes each strike without flinching. The paddle’s cuts leave red welts, but Greyson only moans louder, his hole already slick with anticipation.
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