It hurts. By ten, Jack's breathing is ragged, his head pressed against his forearm. His ass feels like it must be glowing. He lets out a breath that turns into a whimper.
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It hurts. By ten, Jack's breathing is ragged, his head pressed against his forearm. His ass feels like it must be glowing. He lets out a breath that turns into a whimper.