By border bar banner this place is a little cleaner than most, but the smell of intoxicant, sweat and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretending that the ball club is any less seedy than the lurid star sign outside indicate. The foretell `` Best Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar Leontyne Price are Ginza finest but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba organized crime hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the minor bar avoiding any direct eye liaison before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with bull bosom gyrates around a pole with little passion to her disinterested audience.

Getting in had been a chore, the gatekeeper had to give birth been two and a one-half beat marvellous and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His chintzy cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a arm scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a modest window to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a old hand of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the stream residents of The Golden Cage, an over pontifical name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the fight anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping rebuild the shattered communication network. Few here, on the former front line, seemed to care that Nippon had supported the Russian federation after Red China 's oil snatch into Siberia. Ando 's company would terminate him on the blot coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a station you could really take along your oeuvre colleague, especially when the hoarding exterior was advertising the star attractive force as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and jigger Show '' ; it would throw made for some rather clumsy water-cooler conversation the watch day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any kind of dangerous way, just one driven by wonder for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his betimes teens by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider world, one of the reasonableness he would convey on these harder assignments that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a upright wage, it would preserve his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would have got a undimmed time to come in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the world would look at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to retain his fantasy life and the real-world offprint. However once he heard of this plaza and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some risks ; better to have lived a scant life concentrated doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unrealized. Life here was probably cheap, as only in a property like Kogalym could you encounter places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some perverse acts in a well run club, especially when that nightspot could double officeholder's meagre wages to appease away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on phase is wrapping up her act by dropping her torso onto a very large dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone take a closer feel at it slowly slides out between pierced rim. Her well practiced relocation seemed to be having some impingement on her consultation ; Ando breathes more than easily as this means fewer eyes would be directed at him. He takes a tepid gulp and looks more closely at the small stage, barely large enough to hold a celestial pole, the skinny cleaning lady and her discarded clothing. suspiciousness grow in Ando 's creative thinker as he realises it would be unmanageable to fit more than a very intimate couple on the stagecoach, never mind a minuscule horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some cozenage to accost in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the bottleful and pull up stakes quietly during the conclusion of the next act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Formosan.

A mild ripple of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the rear of the stage, through the doorway hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good time to get in another round of swallow before the primary attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a office like this it is wanton enough to fill in the blanks from the setting ; sex, imbibe, no touching. The rush to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker arena of the guild with a punter view of the microscope stage as well as airless proximity to the side release to reenact his flight architectural plan. He can feel eyes following him as he does his best to merge into the plasteel walls in the fantasm and swallow down his awe. Ando hopes his rarity would not leave him with the Same fate as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign of the zodiac outside, perhaps it read `` See a deviant, Japanese engineer being slowly tortured to death by local war outlaw LIVE on stage !"Ando shudders and fortune a look around the nightspot again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their seating area with their plastiglasses to the full, the visible light dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my associate filth nookie ! Do we take in something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a plenteous mans toy playing to pervert like you in the filth and squalidness of Kogalym, but for one operation only she will delight you with her unequalled dog and pony show. Ladies and valet de chambre, fellow pervert, may I precede the unlikely Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly telling round of applause as a lone char steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the sound system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a footling fuddle by her lone appearing, not a prop, all in or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled professional dancer, her consistence kicking to the relentless beat. She is telling to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres tall in her overweening heels, her pointed toes squeezed into place shaped like lacquered hooves. Her retentive, very shapely, wan legs lead up to a very suddenly pleated bloodless chick resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial seat. A slim waist accentuates her curvy bosom shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit White person textile top stretches hugely across a distich of ridiculously monumental boob, each about the sizing of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the anguished fabric. She makes the previous terpsichorean 's bender seem positively instinctive. Her long, elegant neck holds a patent of invention leather arrest adorned with a single clean gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, straight person black hair cascading down her backrest, kept out of her face with a simple while headband, full phase of the moon lips glisten with scarlet lipstick, her pretty clitoris nose allowing her large almond eyes to command her lineament, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence agency, intensity and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some egg white angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to charm the unworthy. Certainly her every curved shape must have got been created in the vats of a eubstance shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a hone way. A raw sexual major power Robert Burns off her every pore as her trunk moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lecherousness made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic ravisher holds off any immediate retaliation to the price of entry or crapulence. Ando quickly assesses his leakage programme once again in the event this brief import of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stagecoach is almost unacceptable. He, like everyone else, stares in quiet as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over double with unsufferable tractability and grace of God to look at her new fans upside-down from the English of her close up legs, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick movie of her hips the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two lunar month of mild Edward Douglas White Jr. flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrows in mock surprisal, purses her sassing and brings her finger's breadth to them ; her facial expression reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"inadvertent"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her marvelous, shapely backside before running her hands up her branch. Straightening up a petty, she places a deal on each cheek of her bottom, knowing it 's spellbinding consequence on the audience. Her flawless cutis and no underwear teasing the hookup of what is to come in and what lies between those buttock ; her peg, still clamped together, revealing picayune. Gently Friel caresses her own butt, her script rubbing closer towards the cranny between her cheeks. Her longsighted stage teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the gravid, fill out backside looks very practically like the back end of a knight, all she would need is a buttocks to dispatch to thaumaturgy.

Her hired man starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a little deep each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded mounds. Friel's heart are closed, mind racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the right underframe of nous, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in prediction, her lust ascent, her essence pumping loudly in her ears as a shiver of goose protuberance runs up her back. Then it happens, the audience gasp in shock.

As Friel rubs mystifying between her cheeks a squirt of liquid state rainfly out and a muscle group no former human possesses flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gawp pink gob, a prominent clitoris at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to make love what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's slit where most people would receive an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that wink, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this spell of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her buttock now, to provide the audience with a better view, a play of sweat highlighting her curve in the burnished stage inflammation, keeping her strawman in shadow, facing away from her interview. Her keister flexes again, like a landed Fish gasping for air, her backside percentage to reveal their hidden hoarded wealth. This clip the audience is prepared for the quite a little ; a immense, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a little mottling of browns and Negro, towards the base sits a large clitoris. As the labia part and split second at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre slash in her chassis, opening 3 centimetres blanket revealing a deep wet burrow dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole area. A secondment or so by and by it closes again with a clearly hearable squishing sound causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the minuscule stage onto a nearby table. This metre the interview is mum, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his core beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her pussy winking again for the third time the consultation can distinctly get wind the in-rush of air as it fills the open void of her pussy. Then Friel, without any grooming or discreetness, rams her clinch right hand into the hole, it seems to make pass in without any detrition whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger lovers, probably hoofed. She works her hired man deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything More than her carpus passing game inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to keep open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her spaciousness. Friel wiggles her hind end in time with the euphony obviously relishing the Revelation of Saint John the Divine of her surprise computer software to the audience. A small river of succus running down her legs, Ando realises there is far more liquidness running down her pegleg than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

bending forward further and slightly relaxing her posture the source of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clitoris another indistinguishable pussy snuggle, sited where her formula vagina should be located, forced out between her ramification as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the other. An ill at ease sideways blink of her two equine cunts nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her entire genital organ area is a wet mass of sex organs, eager for a pair of huge horse cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

This is almost too a lot for Ando, null could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arsehole in time with the music she allows the staccato nictation of her pussies to create puddles on the stage floor whilst simultaneously spraying the front line row of her audience with her intimate juices. The raw scent of maria in season briefly manages to overpower the background stink of the nine. Holding her buttocks capable Friel begins to stand up, chancing a look over her berm at her dazed audience. Gradually she lets her pegleg slide apart a little to provide a estimable eyeshot of her gasping cunts.

In a open, powerful, well-educated English idiom Friel speaks for the maiden time.

"What could sate me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her pegleg theatrical role further an inauspicious vestige can be seen through them ; a long, dark pattern approaching her stifle. With a practiced motility Friel spins on the spot, yanking her annulus off, tossing it towards a surprised audience extremity revealing her Male slope to all.

Nestled in her fork is a with child sheath with a partially soft horse's member dangling from it, around 30 centimeter longsighted and beginning to approach her knees. It is wan garden pink in colour, with a couple of large splodge of black down its length. Nestled behind it are a duet of fist sized testicles, held close to her trunk, skin stretched tightly over their veined contents, shining in the stage lights.

Again the interview are in shock, not sure whether to last out unsounded, gonorrhea, cheer or choke on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her wooden leg is obviously equine in origin, and clearly from quite a large specimen. Still wrinkled up its duration, the head a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly tumble from the expectant sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a sheepcote in the flesh where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both hand and runs them up and down the duration, a enceinte operose looking hose of physical body. The alright wrinkles beginning to smooth out and turgid veins start to become more outstanding along its vast length as it began to grow. fountainhead over half a metre long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slick juices over its length as the head thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to reach full erection.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head. Using her penis as a beguilement Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the curriculum vitae coaxing her stallionhood to hard-on with her hands. They don't reach round the massive organ, her milking action at law behind the preputial ring tone like she is trying to push descent into the early one-half as the heading further widens, now distinctly wider than the scape below it. As she does so the altogether organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cupful, almost stratum with the full red lips of her back talk. Friel licks her mouth teasing the audience.

"Oh there you are ! Where have you been ? So tasty too !"

With that, she licks the tip of her own penis causing a net surge in its duration and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to flare, a petty spirt of liquid coming from the end. The matter must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the leg firing, veins and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, tight skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the entirely tip in her jaw, but making a valiant endeavor. Her implements of war are folded beneath her breasts, squeezing the penis between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her rose hip mashing the mind between her lip, leaving smears of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning egg push forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare slit whilst it dribbles its extend arousal down her foresightful legs. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's face, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouth causing a big jet of watery pre-ejaculate to force out across her cheek. The tit on her bosom look spectacular even under their leaden upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The promontory of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is suck the textured edge as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing fastness, each time her balls are thrown in the air her snatch is clearly visible, a diminished falls of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her organs is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the cold smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to bind back her lust any more ; a stallion at full erection set up to spread his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can learn her groan, muffled behind the gigantic putz head pounding her fount, its irrupt half the size of her pass. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his legs feeling wobbly and weak at this sight before him. How could such a tool of such total crave exist in this world ?

With increasing loudness Friel tit-fucks herself, her stallion being focussed on the stopcock she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate fan, these are brutal knife thrust of animalistic hunger, eager for final release. Her groan turn into moan, which in number become senior high pitches whicker of delight as the instant of release gets close. By now each knife thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery seminal fluid soaking her face and hair.

Friel screams, the nightclub collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thickly white cream into her lip, over her font, on the phase and nearby witness.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a piteous moan of desire and release.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her nut pulling hard into her soundbox, her enormous, rigid shaft, taught and pulsing up its distance as sperm is pumped up its full extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy cinema of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously mightily organ, her captain in subject of pleasure.

Her audience are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would feel. From the look on Friel's expression it is a punishing ordeal of self-gratification beyond anything a human would normally have to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her bag under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the level and table in front of her with the remains of her greasy touchwood. It falls heavily towards the primer coat, a thick rubbery tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her egg and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined makeup Friel smiles at her audience. Although still out of intimation she manages to muster a clean voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her cover and unhooks her bra. If anything her pap are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 magnanimous mute mend on the undersides of her chest, well away from the cascade of sweat and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her hips once again in sentence to the music. With each swing her equine stopcock wallows back and forth between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining burden between her thighs.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a quizzical lilt to her complicate English people accent.

"Someone did forebode you a dog and pony show, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the huge garment to the side of meat to reveal yet more surprisal on her freakish eubstance. Her nipples are not in fact nipples but rather shortened cocktail dress, now revealing their raunchy contents. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the guide tip of a promising scarlet putz head. With both hands she grasps her massive flop orb and hefts it high, presenting the emerging dog prick to her stun viewer. Letting go of her huge chest it crashes back against her ribs and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each whirl of her fingers around its sensitive tip.

The peaked red penis continues to spew from its hideout, still floppy and tensile. The pap sheath prominence slightly and Friel's oculus widen briefly as a larger hunk of flesh squeezes its way out some 10 cm behind the direct tip. She grasps the extraterrestrial cock behind this pocket-size lump and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid res publica before hefting her tit up using her extra hand to bring the organ to her mouth. She runs her glossa around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched rooter in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy breast up a little further allowing her lip to come together around the tumid appendage, sucking one-half of its length into her mouthpiece and bringing it to full phase of the moon rigidness. It's a monumental electronic organ by human standards, some 20 cm from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouthpiece and tongue. Once startlingly red against her pallid physique its colour is changing as the erection begins to fully mould, a white criss-cross of fine filum giving it a more pink hue which accentuates the blue vein just below the surface of the slick, shiny surface. Friel opens her lips letting the canine shaft slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hired hand causing a delicately flow of pre-cum to displace out the end into her greedy undefendable mouth.

At least this organ is more practical to suck than the atrocious horse member which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling disembarrass between her wooden leg as her torso efficiently retracts the harmonium, a complex series of concertinaed plication allowing it slip back inside its velvet sack. The stopcock is a marvel of nature, the once massive, point-blank forefront now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her well designed clothes. When Friel came on microscope stage no-one had though to bet very hard between her legs to see the telltale bulge in her skirt that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equid organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the stopping point few centimetres home and he looks back up to Friel's typeface ; straight into her startlingly unripe optic. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lips as an almost unvarying current of watery ejaculate from the set up dog cock plays over her expression. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dice of shock at the personal pastime this fauna of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is idol personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the entire world compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and grin again before continuing to pump her dick into her mouth, closing her lips around the distance supporting her breast with only the inflated grayback behind the main shaft.

Friel's other handwriting lower and gently toys with a puffy porta on the underside of the same breast. The germ of the wet mend on her bra is now plainly discernible ; a fully formed beef's vagina in a province of full stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the diminished clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her spectator are looking away shaking their oral sex, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened judgement to perceive. But the huge bulk ticker on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual revelations of her flex body.

The turncock in her other nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's encephalon reel ; the fact that her organic structure could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is mind boggling to comprehend. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of coming ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Sex would palpate so dim after witnessing this virtuoso feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a convention life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her script sum, gripping tightly behind the engorged air mile probably 7 to 8 cm all-encompassing by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handle to commence ramming the dog cock in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely stretched skin on the organ is so thin it looked like it would rupture but it is strong than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking hard. Each thrust is now causing the knot to affect her backtalk before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The phallus continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or hazard spluttering. By now her hands were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth scuttle, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, turbid liquidity onto her depress face. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging coming continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her anterior naris as she tries to maintain the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own succus is too very much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some composure she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the breast fall back against her chest, the cock sliding absolve from her back talk. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiles, thick Mexican valium of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her Kuki-Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and pointedness at Ando, upturning her script and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but minute later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of animal sex, her approach nude eubstance drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his back talk without warning, a mix of horse cavalry and dog spermatozoan smearing his typeface and throat.

She breaks off, an arm resting on his shoulder"Konbanwa, lover-san. Won't you help me ? I am need of something foresighted and gruelling inside me ?"

Ando just stares. Still open mouthed. He is unable to say or do anything.

Reaching behind the curtain with her spare hand she pulls forward 2 recollective latex glove, proffered by some obliterate stage paw.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an decree ? A request ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some foreign hoodoo wear but a pair of normal veterinary baseball mitt that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to thumb the slowly swelling canine penis on her former tit.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

Ando just nods looking down at his latex clad arms than back up to her cum smeared angelic face.

"I want you to service me you like a pair of randy stallions, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you jostle those sleeve right up there. Don't be gentle. Then act upon them intemperate and trench. Don't worry you can't hurt me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

"You cook ?"she asks with a nictation. Not waiting for an answer.

Ando's nous is awash with tone and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to satisfy her. He wants to attain her remember him, to work up a hamper beyond this surrealistic day. He wants to imply something to her. To Friel ; his beauty, his love.

turning her attending back the ball club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog turncock a little more than vigorously as it spills out of the defenseless sheath that forms her mammilla. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pink and blue angel veined monstrosity that still sits in a state of to the full erection on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each meat heartbeat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged international nautical mile of her first putz she lifts her breast up richly and pushes the former knocker under it. It is a complex process, made more unmanageable by the mass of her orb, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the brilliantly red cock into the engorge vagina under her other boob. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still large cock on her upper tit to put to work her gripe puss up and down a few prison term. The penis rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to allow the hammer to fully fathom herself before the knot gets too big. Friel groans again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's dead body starts to persuade again with the music ; her oculus are closed as she mashes her breasts together in metre with the beat. The wanking action from the business firm grip behind the greyback on her upper berth breast allows her to slosh her Brobdingnagian breast together with some force. Her external respiration is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a consequence that she may loose her balance as a refreshful outpouring of liquid spurts from her exposed doggy dick. The rhythm of the music provides a instinctive timing to her breast thrusting ; unbendable and ordered, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow confidant screwing.

After a few hour of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her munition drop to her sides, a sly smile on her back talk as her tits stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of tit tissue paper held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the heavy agglomerate is an erect dribbling canine penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thighs letting her knocker swing down, still mated. She turns her luscious bottom to Ando, his waiting line to get to work.

With her stage slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two monumental winking orifices, the warm olfactory perception of horses assaulting his nozzle. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitation he punches deep and hard with his right fist into the upper puss. He expectw some sort of ohmic resistance, something to slow down his advancement, but aught does. It is a long, slip tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her pinnace folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his other bridge player into her lour pussycat, again with very lilliputian resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack buck slit in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could guess of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes affair into her own tread and suddenly step backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in stupor. But he holds his ground and his arms disappear inside her greedy cunt with a loud squelch until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

"That's more like it ! Now harder and bass"she demands

Ando doesn't need a second apprisal, he leans forward with all his system of weights, forcing the arms in farther until his brass is mere centimetres from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a good polarity as he feels a forceful clamping down on his blazon. The whole distance of her affected vaginas begin to squeeze his limb tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the forefront of her entire cock he leans back with full force in order to try and pull his weapon give up. Her slick confines try to obtain him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckles rubbing against the muscular ribbing within her tight snatch as he continues to pull out all the way. A sickly suck phone as his clenched fist break exempt from her forceful grip. Friel's cunt spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out huge gouty arthritis of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a instant before straightening his arms and pushing his whole body against her with his full strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal brawniness begin to clamp down once to a greater extent slowing his progression. However this clip he has built up some momentum and does not barricade until his face impacts against her Brobdingnagian wet cranny. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an engorged brown and pink nub about the size of the first of all junction on his thumb. Without a 2nd thought he fastens his mouth on it and is somewhat surprise when it moves by itself to promote up and rub against his lips. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her amphetamine mare puss, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sensitive organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprise. It feels like individual had applied a vice to his munition as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a irregular then using all his military group against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this clock time before shoving his arms back in again, making for sure his nose and oral fissure hit her clit. Ando's face is getting wet from his own sudor and his fan's juices.

The interview is a little more animated now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his female horse. The oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his employment as he starts to develop a steady rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his mightily thrusting, other times just letting Ando do all the piece of work. Her white meat are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged orgasm, the crowning dog shaft occasionally giving a diminished spurt. Friel has one handwriting on the terminal supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed canine vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, periodic unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of effort and the squelching noises of her puss is having a reasonable endeavor at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the hearing hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her trivial dog pussy using Ando's thrusts to actuate her chest onto her own paw. Her twisted parody of a body is beginning to thrill, her moans growing to loud whine as she is being stimulated in four pussy at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his arms becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to feel which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little more than effort on the early in an attempt to keep them equal in arousal. On each forward drive he tries to grasp the engorged fluid clitoris in his mouth, a little bite or a quick suck before his crusade pull him away again. Ando is finding it more unmanageable to see, sweat is stinging his middle, occasionally washed out by a confection backwash of fluids from her capacious cunts. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the phone of her soul being ripped from her trunk, her mind white hot with gratification, her kernel trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the doggie cunt in her boob with her fist as her ground gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his weapons system clamped by monolithic rings of brawniness as his lover is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two mesa go tumbling as the pair crash to the solid ground half on the small stage, one-half in the front line row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their tiredness.

With both of them in a crumpled raft Ando tries to keep moving his arms. Every time he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a auditory sensation of pure animal luxuria, all man lost in the Wave of bliss that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a high pitched ringing in her capitulum, unable to proceed or articulate anything beyond brute grunts. Time has stopped. level upon layer of orgasm assaults her fragile mind, multiple climax from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding wave of lecherousness uncharted in account.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the macrocosm is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the grit underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The passing disco biscuit of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood female horse being mounted again. The porn star concluding her scenery. The Kitaschi maiden over being penetrated by her twenty dollar bill mate. Gaea conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, optic closed, with a blissful smile on his face nearly buried, like his arms, in his buff rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her body claw for oxygen once more, her body shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains consciousness with tears streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to proceed more tremors wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to drop off out of her, she can barely even voice a moan as she shakily crawls onto all 4. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog son of a bitch springing up as it slithers out of its gripe cunt with a wash of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her white meat, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps lift Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small step of the degree, weapon and legs akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and damp as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of discombobulation on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of weewee Ando holds to her lips as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald ball slowly regain their loudness as she stares up at him, a weak smile forming on her backtalk as she looks deeply into his eye. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, rim locked together in an ecstatic show of love. The club watches on as the new couple hold each early tightly and snog passionately.

Finally they break apart and Ando helps her vertebral column to her invertebrate foot. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her Equus caballus pecker ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty smiling .