When no nonsense boyfriend Calvin Banks finds suspicious & salacious “sext messages” on the cell phone of his young lover Logan Cross, the concepts of guilt & innocence quickly become irrelevant. For the stern & studly, authoritarian, twink disciplinarian, any importance of red-handedness is “over-paddled” by Logan’s beet-red & busted little booty, and it becomes clear that he doesn’t need to be caught in the act, to have it taken out of his ass.
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