While Step Dad’s Away

Paul Wolfe and Kamyk Walker kneel as David Hines and Adam Black alternate slaps, their hands cracking against bare asses bent over a bed. One grips Kamyk’s thighs wide while Wolfe’s muscular back arches under the sting, shorts pooling around his hips. The red-clad man’s focus never wavers as he drives each strike home, while the blond in blue watches, arms crossed, before stepping forward to press his own palm down. The furniture creaks as legs are spread wider, the air thick with the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh.