Flight

Quietly, the black van made its way through the busy traffic, away from the city center. In the back, Beatrix never stopped bellowing into the thick huge leather gag covering her lower face.

Her jogging pants had gone out of the window minutes ago, leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. The three men were taking turns in specifically holding her down and feeling her up. There were constantly six hands on her naked lower body, pushing, groping, kneading. The whole time, fingers were sliding in and out of her, both front and back.

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