'Til Gangbang Do Us Part

Most folks treat a wedding like some holy promise between bride and groom. Cute idea. Ivy Ireland has other plans. Before the cake is cut she drags the best man, Danny Mountain, into a little side room and lets him pound her in the very gown she just said "I do" in. Not the quietest location, though. The rest of the groomsmen—Rion, Donny, Milan, Elias, Sir—pop in for an eyeful. Instead of shock and horror, they get an offer: keep quiet and you can take your turn, too. Deal sealed. Ivy finds herself at the center of a full-on groom-to-groom passing, every hole stuffed while satin and silk get streaked with the mess that follows. By the last load across her face, that dress has seen more than enough to last her, you know, three or four actual marriages.