Unseen: Jonas' Verification Vow

Jonasangel, a stern figure, commands the stage, his eyes scanning the eager crowd. "Verification," he growls, "is no trivial matter." His hand grips a riding crop, tapping it against his palm. A nervous young woman steps forward, her body trembling in anticipation. Jonas runs the crop along her curves, her breath hitching. "Prove yourself," he demands, his voice a low rumble. She obeys, her hands exploring her body, her breath quickening. Jonas watches, his expression inscrutable, his cock hardening. The room is filled with her moans and the sharp cracks of the crop against her skin, a symphony of verification.

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