On they came; she sucked-off the first guy who went around to f**k her ass before he broke-off into the chain until his turn would come around, again; the next time, to whip her. Milly had entered a phase of triple-penetration before they all started with the Crop; then: ‘Splat!’ the first swipe rained-down and Milly screamed.
“Stop, stop, stop!” cried one of the guys, “Here, we’ve got a Ball-gag, there; you’ll be ok with this, Honey.”
Once more, Milly took their offering and re-mounted the incumbent.
The whip smashed-down again, and Milly, now expectant, muffled a grunt into the gag and squeezed her restrainer that little-bit harder; “You’re ok, Honey; you’re doing great; just hang-in, there!”
And she did: they all thrashed her; the red ribbons mounted as swollen stripes threaded acro
