Petite Tristan Summers, a wide-eyed innocent with a body crafted for sin, found herself bound and blindfolded in anticipation of her first ever orgy. As the door opened, she trembled with fear and excitement at the sight of the seven burly men who entered the room. They were all larger than life, each one commanding their own unique dominance, yet there was an undercurrent of lust that united them.
Without any words being exchanged, the men surrounded Tristan, their rough hands caressing her delicate skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. One by one, they lifted her off the ground and began to explore every inch of her body, their rough hands teasing and taunting her. Tristan couldn't help but whimper and squirm under their touch, her tiny frame quivering with anticipation.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, revealing a figure standing in the hallway.
