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Leather Dom Brogan Dominates Miles Fallon
Leather Dom Brogan Dominates Miles Fallon
KinkMen’s latest leather-clad extravaganza is a full-throttle descent into BDSM nirvana—Brogan’s back in his element, strapped head-to-toe in black leather chaps, gloves, vest, boots—the whole nine yards, lookin’ like the walking, talking fantasy of every leather fetishist’s daydream. And Miles Fallon? The dude’s practically begging for Brogan’s brand of pain, cementing his rep as the sub who’ll take a beating like it’s a five-star meal.
Miles isn’t just a sub—he’s a pro. Lickin’ Brogan’s chaps like they’re coated in honey? Check. But Brogan ain’t handin’ out freebies. Miles gotta earn that cock worship, and Brogan’s drill sergeant of domination starts the party with nipple clamps cranked to “scream” and a whip-crackin’ warm-up that’d make a Marine flinch.
Then—plot twist—Brogan sheds the leather, goin’ full birthday suit, while Miles dangles from the ceiling like a human piñata. Brogan swings fists, flogs, and a wooden paddle at his sub’s reddening hide, and Miles? He’s lappin’ it up like a masochistic Labrador. “You want this dick? Take it,” Brogan growls, jackhammering Miles mid-air like he’s drillin’ for oil.
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But the real kicker? Untying Miles just to bend him over a bench and paddle his ass raw before ploughin’ him again—Brogan’s not just a dom, he’s a connoisseur of cruelty. The grand finale? Miles’ balls get the slap-happy treatment until he blows his load, while Brogan finishes with a primal roar, slobberin’ all over Miles in a twisted post-coital kiss.
This ain’t just BDSM—it’s batshit intensity wrapped in leather, sweat, and pure BDSM sorcery. KinkMen didn’t just deliver—they dropped a grenade in the genre. Lock, stock, and load.
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