[John grips Poe by the leg binding, yanking his leg out from under him and knocking him flat on his back.]
What did I say, Dameron? Stay.
[He swats Poe on this ass again, harder this time. Enough to leave a red mark in the shape of his hand on Poe's cheek. The leather stitching of his glove adds to the sting.
John pulls the rope under his back, wraps it once around waist, three times around his dick, and pulls. The silk rope is softer than some, but the smoothness means it moves against the skin, and the friction is hotter than a coarser, more stable rope. He barely has to apply pressure for the rope to rub around the girth of Poe's dick.]
Why does every lesson need to be a hard lesson with you?
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What did I say, Dameron? Stay.
[He swats Poe on this ass again, harder this time. Enough to leave a red mark in the shape of his hand on Poe's cheek. The leather stitching of his glove adds to the sting.
John pulls the rope under his back, wraps it once around waist, three times around his dick, and pulls. The silk rope is softer than some, but the smoothness means it moves against the skin, and the friction is hotter than a coarser, more stable rope. He barely has to apply pressure for the rope to rub around the girth of Poe's dick.]
Why does every lesson need to be a hard lesson with you?