Picturing Her Night Out Finale
Pictures of his wife's night out send him down a twisted path
Trish reentered the guest room, and the sounds of two bodies slapping together hit Brad’s ears before he even saw them. “Hey, Betsy,” Trish hummed and turned the camera toward the bed. “Your husband wants to watch.” “W-what?” Betsy gasped. She lifted her gaze to the camera, her face twisted half in shock, half in pleasure. “Oh, god. Honey, I’m so sorry.” Brad exploded. His wife lay naked on her back, her bare boobs floppy...