Greg Dixxon Uses Raw Vander Pulaski

Greg Dixxon doesn’t play nice—Vander Pulaski’s strapped in a straightjacket, chains ratcheted tight, as Greg’s leather-clad crotch grinds into his face. “Say thank you,” Greg growls, but Vander’s muffled snarl earns him a crop across the ass. Greg’s all about mixed signals: yanking Vander’s dick free just to slap it raw, boot on his throat while the flogger bites into his thighs. Vander’s hole isn’t spared—Greg tongues it open before slamming in bare, no mercy, the chains clanking as Vander’s gag stifles screams.

Suspension’s next: Vander’s stuffed in a sleep-sack, cock and nipples exposed, clamps burning as Greg sucks him almost to the edge. “Nah, you don’t get to cum,” Greg taunts, swapping mouth for cock, pounding Vander’s ass till the sack sways. Finish line? Greg pulls out, blasting Vander’s face with cum, leaving him a twitching, leaking mess. Lesson learned: gratitude’s mandatory.