ARNOLD
I stand at the doorway, watching the erotic spectacle unfold before me. My ten tribe witch men are surrounding Margaret, their c***s hard and ready. Two of them position themselves at her p***y, taking turns ramming their thick shafts into her tight cunt, while another two line up at her ass, eagerly waiting to plunge their meat into her back hole. The room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, moans of pleasure, and the occasional groan from the men as they f**k her relentlessly.
I take a sip of my wine, a dark red liquid that coats my tongue and warms my throat. I can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction and power as I watch Margaret get pounded by my men. She's a vision of lust and desire, her body glistening with sweat, her holes stretched wide to ac
