Max Carter Spanks Taylor Coleman

Max Carter grips Taylor Coleman’s hips, pulling him forward as the first sharp smack lands across his ass, the sound sharp and deliberate. Taylor leans over the bed, his lean frame taut, while Carter’s green shirt stays put as he alternates between spanks and the rough grip of his fingers in Coleman’s hair. The checkered shirt barely shows, just a flash of fabric as Carter adjusts his hold, his muscular arms flexing with each controlled strike. Their hands stay locked together, fingers intertwined, as the rhythm turns from discipline to something harder, the air thick with the sound of flesh meeting palm.