Jack's ass was red, pleasantly glowing, and Kavinsky could read the shifting need under his skin, the craving for more. Kavinsky softened the next couple blows across Jack's ass. But the next one he brought up between his thighs, over his cock and balls, was deliberately hard, the leather of the flail whistling before it struck him with a snap.
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Date: 2016-12-22 12:01 am (UTC)