open to bottoms.
With the job in the farm being already done, with all tasks fulfilled and animals not needing to get covered more, Jacob had walked them both into the livingroom. Their shoes had been left by the path to the place, his own trousers down by the feet of the couch, and all that Jacob was wearing at the moment was an open flannel shirt and the cowboy hat that he hadn’t bothered removing. Over his lap laid the figure of another man on a onesie that had been pulled down to his knees. Arms estretched over their back and held onto the bottom that was heated and reddened from a set of spanks that excited them both. “You’ve been a good boy now?” He asked, releasing the tension from the muscle with soft caressing circular motions, and hard squishes based solely on his desire over their ass, only for his left hand to fly away and land once more in a loud echoing thrust, “or do you need anymore grind?”
