Exiled From Dick Mountain, pt 5... The finale

The week’s over. Play’s still burning hot. Snow stays cold. Before they pack me out I take the three girls for one last taste of the woods. Amber’s wrists lashed to a thick pine, bark biting her bare back. Ball gag crammed between her teeth, spit already freezing on her chin. I work her slow, fingers slick inside her while the rope creaks and the wind slices across open skin. Nina hits the ground next—dragged on her stomach through powder so white it looks dirty against her flushed tits. Every pull leaves red streaks where rope burns meet ice. She fights the gag, moans turning into wet gurgles when the cold finds every new bruise. Dia’s bent over a snow-crusted stump, ass up, wrists cinched behind her. I fuck her hard, each thrust shoving her ribs into frozen wood. The brunette’s gag keeps her curses muffled, but her hips chase every stroke like she’s starving. Snow packs around her knees. My handprint blooms red on one pale cheek. Three girls. Three ways to break. The mountain gets its last show.