The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)

The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid) by cactusman

Your just exposed buttocks quiver from your awareness of their extreme vulnerability.

Barbara makes a sexy and teasing wolf whistle.

After handing Brittany the leather razor strap, your lovely spouse Barbara lightly pats each of your bare buns twice as she remarks:

"Boy, Brittie, you've got a target you can't resist there!"