Sexual His ASSment

Sergeant Miles grabs Tony Orlando by the neck and slams him over the desk. Tony showed up wearing the wrong pair of underwear, and Sergeant plans to correct it. He snaps on rubber gloves and starts laying down open-handed smacks across Tony’s bare cheeks, each hit cracking like a warning shot. The heat builds but Tony’s still not flinching enough, so Sergeant swaps the gloves for a flogger and lays into him—leather tails whipping across red skin, leaving marks that scream ownership. When the lesson finally sinks in, Sergeant drops back onto the desk, cock standing thick and heavy. Tony climbs up and sinks down on it, taking every inch until he’s full and stretched. His own meat and balls slap against his thighs as he rides, bruised ass gripping tight on each thrust. But Tony slows, fatigue showing, and Sergeant isn’t finished teaching. He flips Tony back over the desk and drives in hard. The pounding gets faster, deeper, until Sergeant’s ready to blow. He stuffs the rubber gloves into Tony’s mouth, then jerks his pulsing cock and paints Tony’s face with thick ropes of cum. Tony takes every drop, used and dripping, knowing exactly where he stands now.