MARGARET
I stand before Arnold, the leader of the Black Witch Tribe, his massive 10-inch c**k hard and ready. I can't help but reach out and wrap my hand around it, feeling its power and size. I look up at him, my eyes filled with lust and desire.
"I want more," I say, my voice husky with need. "I want you to f**k me all night long."
Arnold throws his head back and laughs, a deep, throaty sound that sends shivers down my spine. "You're insatiable, aren't you?" he says, his eyes gleaming with amusement and arousal. "Tell you what, why don't you ask your mother and Kristine to leave first? Then you can stay here with us, and we can f**k all night."
I nod, already knowing what I want. I turn to my mother, Luna Jillian, who looks at me with a mix of concern and understanding.
"Mom," I say
