Jackson thought he could handle it; he thought he was ready. I gave no warnings. No softness. Just raw, relentless thrusts that made him cry out and tremble. His ass took it all—red, stretched, used—while I kept going until he was reduced to moans. I pounded him into submission, using his hole like it’s nothing but a toy. This isn’t about his pleasure. It’s about mine, and I don’t stop until he’s broken.
