The Devils Their Due (by The Crimson Kid)
CRACK!! THWACK!! CRACK!! THWACK!! As the bare-assed leathering by your amazingly alluring ex-girlfriend continues, with the licks of the razor strap blazing across the lower half of your exposed posterior in a steady tattoo that is almost rhythmic, your yelps become wails and soft sobs as your hip gyrations and flailing kicks become more and more frenzied. Finally, Brittany momentarily pauses in her application of the strap to your flaming-hot bare behind.
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