In the soft glow of dawn, group orgi begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “group orgi” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “group orgi” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “group orgi… group orgi…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “group orgi”.