Nyra loomed over her, a wicked grin on her face as she shed the last of her garments, allowing her thick, heavy shaft to spring free. It bobbed before her, long and girthy, the bulbous head already glistening with precum.
"Well, my dears," Nyra said, turning to the other four wives. "It's time we claimed our bride properly. Don't be shy now," she added with a smirk, eyeing the hesitant expressions on Calla's and Serapina's faces in particular.
Calla blushed hotly as she slowly removed her apron, revealing her soft, plump curves and the stiff, thick cock jutting from her groin. She glanced nervously at Argider, biting her lip. "I-I've never... I mean, I want to, but..." she stammered, her cheeks flushed pink.
