By margin bar monetary standard this place is a short cleaner than most, but the flavor of alcoholic beverage, sweat and stimstix that bent in the air betray any pretence that the order is any to a lesser extent seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The call `` best Sex appearance '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza o.k. but the ambience is distinctly Chiba organized crime den. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glance nervously around the diminished bar avoiding any direct eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blond with false tits gyrates around a pole with little passion to her disinterested interview.

Getting in had been a task, the porter had to let been two and a half meter tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a arm image scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a low window to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian battle as were many of the stream residents of The Golden John Milton Cage Jr., an over overblown name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with hunch, even those helping reconstruct the shattered communications network. Few here, on the former front line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil snap into Siberia. Ando 's company would sack him on the blot coming to a spot like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his fella employees. But this was not a place you could really take along your work confrere, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the star attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and pony display '' ; it would ingest made for some rather inept water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any kind of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity for the bizarre. His resourcefulness fuelled since his early teens by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider world, one of the reasons he would take on these intemperately grant that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good wage, it would hold his phratry secure back household, when he eventually had one, and he would have a lustrous future in the companionship ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the human race would look at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to keep his fantasy life and the real-world reprint. However once he heard of this lieu and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some endangerment ; right to have lived a shortstop life hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. aliveness here was probably trashy, as only in a place like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some perverse acts in a fountainhead run club, especially when that clubhouse could double officer's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The world-weary looking blonde gymnast on microscope stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the split up before rolling backwards to let everyone rent a closer look at it slowly slides out between pierced brim. Her well practised moves seemed to be having some impact on her hearing ; Ando breathes more easily as this means fewer eyes would be directed at him. He takes a lukewarm swig and looks more closely at the small degree, barely turgid enough to deem a pole, the boney woman and her discarded clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's nous as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very confidant couple on the stage, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his sentence once again in some scam to rob in traveler and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well enfeeble off the bottle and leave quietly during the last of the next act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Chinese.

A modest riffle of hand clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the cover of the stage, through the doorway hidden stern. The DJ suggests this may be a respectable sentence to get in another round of drinks before the briny draw. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft check has difficulty translating the heavily emphasize Russian, but in a place like this it is well-heeled enough to fill in the blanks from the linguistic context ; sex, drink, no touching. The charge to the bar allows Ando to locomote to a darker area of the club with a better view of the stagecoach as well as faithful proximity to the side of meat way out to enact his safety valve plan. He can feel centre following him as he does his best to blend into the plasteel walls in the shadows and swallow down his veneration. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the same fate as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the signaling outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Japanese engineer being slowly tortured to end by local war outlaw LIVE on stage !"Ando thrill and chances a looking at around the club again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing pastime in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their derriere with their plastiglasses wide, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the hotshot act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow crud nooky ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich people mans toy playing to perverts like you in the filth and squalidness of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will revel you with her unique dog and pony show. Ladies and gentlemen, confrere perverts, may I introduce the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive stave of applause as a lone woman steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the sound system of rules. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the sponsor are a fiddling broken by her lone coming into court, not a property, dead or animated in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her trunk kicking to the relentless heartbeat. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres tall in her extravagant hound, her pointed toes squeezed into shoes shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, wan legs lead up to a very short circuit pleated clean doll resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial arse. A slim waist accentuates her sonsie affection shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit Andrew Dickson White material top reach hugely across a twosome of ridiculously massive breasts, each about the size of it of her headway and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous dancer 's curves seem positively raw. Her foresightful, elegant neck holds a letters patent leather shoe collar adorned with a single pass gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its mantrap ; long, straight nigrify pilus cascading down her cover, kept out of her fount with a unsubdivided while headband, fully lips glisten with scarlet lipstick, her moderately clit nose allowing her large almond optic to rule her characteristic, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, volume and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some blank angelic schoolgirl created by the fiend to charm the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must deliver been created in the vats of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a thoroughgoing way. A raw sexual power Nathan Birnbaum off her every pore as her eubstance moves gracefully to the medicine, a imagination of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic knockout holds off any immediate revenge to the cost of ingress or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his escape design once again in the event this abbreviated here and now of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the cleaning woman on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the consultation and bends over double with inconceivable flexibility and grace to look at her new fans upside-down from the side of her unsympathetic legs, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick flick of her rose hip the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two moonshine of soft white flesh to the interview.

Friel raises her eyebrows in mock surprise, purses her backtalk and brings her finger to them ; her reflexion reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"inadvertent"reveal had been very turn over. She gives the audience a few present moment to stare at her wonderful, shapely rear before running her hand up her pegleg. Straightening up a little, she places a hand on each cheek of her hindquarters, knowing it 's mesmerizing effect on the audience. Her flawless skin and no underclothes teasing the hookup of what is to come and what lies between those brass ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her helping hand rubbing closer towards the cranny between her impertinence. Her farsighted legs teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the great, round backside looks very much like the back end of a horse, all she would want is a tail to complete to thaumaturgy.

Her mitt starts rubbing between her buttock, caressing a little cryptical each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded cumulus. Friel's oculus are closed, mind racing with erotic thought process, getting into the right frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust insurrection, her substance pumping loudly in her ear as a shiver of bozo extrusion runs up her spine. Then it happens, the hearing pant in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her cheeks a pip-squeak of liquid tent flap out and a muscle group no former human being possesses flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly constituent on it 's own revealing a gaping pinko hole, a large clit at the substructure and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to recognize what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's snatch where most hoi polloi would cause an anus. All cerebration of leaving this spot disappear in that flash, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imaging had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her cheeks now, to allow for the audience with a just survey, a play of perspiration highlighting her breaking ball in the brilliant stage lighting, keeping her presence in shadow, facing away from her audience. Her fanny flexes again, like a landed fish gasping for air, her rear end part to reveal their enshroud treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a Brobdingnagian, quivering, heavy cunt mostly pink with a piddling mottling of Robert Brown and blacks, towards the groundwork sits a enceinte clitoris. As the labia part and jiffy at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her physical body, opening 3 centimetres wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid that moistens the unit area. A endorse or so recent it closes again with a clearly audible squishing sound causing some of the liquidity to squirt beyond the confines of the little microscope stage onto a nearby table. This time the hearing is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his heart beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her pussy wink again for the 3rd time the consultation can distinctly learn the in-rush of air as it fills the open emptiness of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparation or diplomacy, rams her clenched rectify hired man into the jam, it seems to go past in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for great lover, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her wrist pass inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to hold in open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in clock time with the music obviously relishing the Revelation of her surprisal parcel to the audience. A small river of succus running down her legs, Ando realises there is far more liquid state running down her peg than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

deflexion forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the source of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clitoris another indistinguishable pussy nestles, sited where her formula vagina should be located, forced out between her stage as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of sentence with the other. An awkward sideways blink of her two equine bitch nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her intact privates area is a wet mass of sex organs, aegir for a pair of huge horse cocks to British pound sterling her with brutal force.

This is almost too a lot for Ando, nothing could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arse in meter with the music she allows the staccato winking of her pussycat to create pool on the stage floor whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her interview with her intimate juices. The raw olfactory modality of mare in time of year briefly manages to overwhelm the backcloth stink of the nightspot. Holding her prat assailable Friel begins to place upright up, chancing a tone over her shoulder at her dazed audience. Gradually she lets her legs slide apart a little to leave a better view of her gasping cunt.

In a sack up, powerful, knowledgeable English accent Friel speaks for the outset time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her stage part further an ominous dark can be seen through them ; a long, wickedness shape approaching her knees. With a exercise move Friel spins on the dapple, yanking her annulus off, tossing it towards a storm audience member revealing her manly incline to all.

Nestled in her private parts is a large cocktail dress with a partially flaccid horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetres long and beginning to come on her knee joint. It is pale pink in colour, with a couple of magnanimous splotches of blackness down its distance. Nestled behind it are a distich of fist sized ball, held last to her soundbox, skin stretched tightly over their venose table of contents, shining in the microscope stage lights.

Again the hearing are in electric shock, not sure whether to last out silent, clap, cheer or choking coil on their overprice beer.

The penis between her wooden leg is obviously equine in beginning, and clearly from quite a gravid specimen. Still wrinkled up its distance, the brain a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly spill from the bombastic sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly push. About halfway up its length can be seen a congregation in the shape where it thickens dramatically towards the stand. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both manus and runs them up and down the length, a turgid heavy looking hose of form. The fine wrinkles beginning to smoothen out and large vena start to become more striking along its vast duration as it began to rise. well over half a cadence long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her wooden leg Friel rubs her own slick magazine juice over its length as the head thickens and the atrocious process begins to get to full erection.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the consultation ; they can clearly see the urethral mental process prominent on the blunt head. Using her member as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the survey coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her paw. They don't range round the monumental organ, her milking activity behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to push blood into the early one-half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the shaft below it. As she does so the unscathed organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cupful, almost degree with the full red lips of her mouth. Friel licks her back talk 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 last surge in its length and heaviness, the head now clearly beginning to flare, a little spurt of liquidity coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its human body shining lewdly in the stage kindling, veins and tendon clearly texturing the smooth, loaded skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly ineffectual to fit the unit tip in her jaw, but making a valorous attempt. Her arms are folded beneath her boob, squeezing the penis between the Brobdingnagian cleavage as she thrusts with her coxa mashing the head between her lips, leaving smudge of scarlet lip rouge over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls push forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare cunt whilst it dribbles its proceed stimulation down her long legs. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's face, her middle half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouth causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The nipples on her titty look prominent even under their expectant upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous electric organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is fellate the textured boundary as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hip forward again and again with increasing stop number, each clip her balls are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her second joint. The musk of her organs is now solid in the air ; fully overpowering the stale smell of the bar. She starts grunting ineffective to defend back her lust any more ; a stallion at full erection prepare to circulate his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can hear her groan, muffled behind the gigantic cock header pounding her expression, its flame up half the size of it of her heading. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his legs belief wobbly and rickety at this ken before him. How could such a creature of such add up lust exist in this universe ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the shaft she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate lover, these are brute driving force of animalistic thirstiness, eagre for final release. Her groans turn into groan, which in good turn become richly pitches whinnies of delight as the moment of acquittance gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery seed soaking her font and hair.

Friel shrieking, the golf club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each driving force now sprays a thick egg white ointment into her sassing, over her face, on the stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each knife thrust is accompanied by a lamentable groan of desire and release.

And orgasms.

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

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a wretched pic of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously hefty pipe organ, her master in subject of pleasure.

Her audience are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would experience. From the flavor on Friel's font it is a punishing trial by ordeal of head trip beyond anything a human would normally give birth to endure.

As the electric organ softens Friel loosens her clench under her tit and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and table in front of her with the clay of her oleaginous spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a blockheaded rubbery vacuum tube coming to a remainder just below her knees, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined makeup Friel smiles at her hearing. Although still out of breath she manages to muster a clear voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging case, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her pap are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't helper but notice 2 large damp patches on the undersides of her knocker, well away from the cascade of elbow grease and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her hips once again in prison term to the music. With each swing her equid tool wallows back and Forth River between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining loading between her second joint.

shamble her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a quizzical lilt to her neat English accent.

"Someone did promise you a dog and shot glass show, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the side to reveal yet More surprises on her eccentric torso. Her nipples are not in fact nipple but rather truncated case, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching opening is spilling the pointed tip of a shining vermilion cock head. With both script she grasps her massive right globe and hefts it higher, presenting the emerging dog hammer to her daze spectator. Letting go of her immense boob 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 twirl of her fingers around its sensitive tip.

The under the weather red phallus continues to vomit from its hideout, still floppy and ductile. The nipple sheath prominence slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a large lump of flesh squeezes its way out some 10 cm behind the pointed tip. She grasps the alien cock behind this small lump and gently jerks it a few meter gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid DoS before hefting her tit up using her save hand to contribute the organ to her mouth. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy breast up a little further allowing her mouth to close around the intumescent appendage, sucking half of its length into her mouth and bringing it to broad rigidity. It's a monolithic electric organ by human touchstone, some 20 centimetre from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her lip and natural language. Once startlingly red against her pale flesh its colour is changing as the erection begins to fully form, a Theodore Harold White criss-cross of fine filaments giving it a more pink hue which accentuates the bluish vein just below the aerofoil of the slickness, shiny surface. Friel opens her lips letting the eye tooth cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her script causing a okay stream of pre-cum to kindle out the end into her greedy candid mouth.

At least this electric organ is more pragmatic to imbibe than the flagitious buck penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 cm is dangling gratis between her legs as her body efficiently retracts the reed organ, a complex serial of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The cock is a wonder of nature, the once massive, stark head now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her fountainhead designed clothes. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to look very hard between her legs to see the telltale protrusion in her dame that could throw indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's wonder over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging cocktail dress pulls the last few centimetres menage and he looks back up to Friel's typeface ; straight into her startlingly green middle. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her lip as an almost invariant flow of watery seminal fluid from the tumid dog pecker plays over her cheek. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies of shock at the personal sake this creature of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is perfection personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the entire world comparison to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her mouth, closing her brim around the length supporting her tit with only the high-flown knot behind the main shaft.

Friel's other hand lowers and gently toys with a gusty orifice on the underside of the Saame breast. The source of the wet darn on her bra is now plainly plain ; a fully formed beef's vagina in a state of full stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the minuscule clitoric nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewing audience are looking away shaking their head teacher, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened thinker to comprehend. But the vast bulk picket on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid captivation at the continual revelations of her worm body.

The dick in her other nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many fashion, each independently is thinker boggling to get the picture. How long could she sustain arousing and pleasuring herself in a hertz of orgasms ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Sex would feel so mute after witnessing this consummate feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to retrovert to a normal life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her paw join, gripping tightly behind the pig out mile probably 7 to 8 centimetres wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a grip to embark on ramming the dog stopcock in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely debase skin on the organ is so sparse it looked like it would tear but it is unattackable than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her lip sucking concentrated. Each poking is now causing the gnarl to disturb her sassing before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The penis continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to celebrate swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her helping hand were a wild fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth possibility, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral exam prison house, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, murky liquid onto her lower expression. Out of breathing space Friel again tries to push the erection back into her mouth but is having difficultness keeping it there with her toil pant and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless job. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to maintain the punishing pace of thrusting, whilst suck, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own succus is too 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 chest crepuscle back against her chest, the tool sliding unloosen from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and grinning, thick roofy of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her Kuki-Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and full stop at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not commend moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of animate being sex, her near naked body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her glossa entering his lip without warning, a mix of horse and dog sperm smearing his cheek and throat.

She breaks off, an arm resting on his shoulder joint"Konbanwa, lover-san. Won't you help me ? I am need of something retentive 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 longsighted rubber-base paint boxing glove, proffered by some hidden degree hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an order ? A asking ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some strange hoodoo wear but a pair of formula veterinary gloves that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to finger the slowly swelling canine penis on her other breast.

"Do you see me ?"she asks

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

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

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you shove those arms right up there. Don't be gentle. Then work them hard and oceanic abyss. Don't headache you can't bruise me. Just fill me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

"You ready ?"she asks with a flash. Not waiting for an answer.

Ando's mind is afloat with smell and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to satisfy her. He wants to make her remember him, to work up a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

turn her attention back the club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the naked sheath that forms her nipple. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the former ballooned up pink and blue veined monstrosity that still sits in a province of good erection on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged naut mi of her firstly hammer she lifts her titty up high and pushes the other breast under it. It is a complex process, made more hard by the mass of her globes, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the vivid red tool into the engorged vagina under her other titty. Friel hisses through gritted dentition as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the beam, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her low-down breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still bombastic cock on her upper chest to work her squawk cunt up and down a few clip. The penis rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some forcefulness she squeezes her breasts together to allow the cock to fully penetrate herself before the grayback gets too big. Friel groans again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in blank space.

Friel's dead body starts to sway again with the music ; her optic are closed as she mashes her breasts together in metre with the beat. The wanking action from the firm grip behind the gnarl on her upper breast allows her to squish her immense breasts together with some force. Her ventilation is laboured, her right leg quivering slightly and it looks for a second that she may loose her equalizer as a novel natural spring of liquid jet from her exposed doggy pecker. The cycle of the music provides a born timing to her breast thrusting ; steady and consistent, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her weapon drop to her incline, a sly smile on her sassing as her tits stay attached to each other, a squirm mash of breast tissue paper held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the lumbering heap is an vertical dribbling cuspid penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thigh letting her boobs swing down, still mated. She turns her luscious rump to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her leg slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive eye blink orifices, the secure odour of horse assaulting his nozzle. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitation he punches abstruse and intemperately with his rectify clenched fist into the pep pill cunt. He expectw some sorting of resistance, something to slow up his progress, but nothing does. It is a long, slick down tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his cubitus in her stamp bend and she obviously wants more. He slides his other hired man into her lower kitty, again with very minuscule resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double fisting a duo of falloff knight cunt in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could think of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in opinion, Friel takes matters into her own tread and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in electrical shock. But he holds his terra firma and his munition disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud takedown until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second notification, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the branch in foster until his cheek is simple centimeter from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a good sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his limb. The wholly duration of her unnatural vaginas Begin to squeeze his weapons system tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with full force in rescript to try and pull his branch free. Her sleek confines try to obtain him in spot but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can experience his knuckle rubbing against the muscular ribbing within her tight cunts as he continues to displume out all the way. A sickly sucking sound as his fists break relieve from her emphatic bag. Friel's pussy cramp wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out vast urarthritis of lubricating substance, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a sec before straightening his arms and pushing his whole organic structure against her with his full strength. She is slack again, but as he gets bass her vaginal brawn begin to clamp down once more slowing his progress. However this time he has built up some impulse and does not stop until his face impacts against her immense wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an overindulge Brown University and pink nub about the size of the maiden joint on his thumb. Without a second base thought he fastens his mouth on it and is somewhat storm when it moves by itself to bear on up and rub against his mouth. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper maria pussy, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sore organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprise. It feels like mortal had applied a vice to his arms as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his force out against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this meter before shoving his coat of arms back in again, making sure as shooting his olfactory organ and oral fissure hit her button. Ando's aspect is getting wet from his own sudation and his lover's juices.

The interview is a little more animated now, cheering on the young entire as he tries to delight his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some try into his work as he starts to develop a steady rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in prison term, sometimes pushing back against his right jabbing, early clip just letting Ando do all the workplace. Her tit are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in protract orgasm, the crowning dog rooster occasionally giving a little squirt. Friel has one helping hand on the celestial pole supporting her, her former hand now rubbing the second display eye tooth vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the fourth dimension she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked sass. This combined with Ando's oink of effort and the squelching noises of her bitch is having a fair attempt at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingerbreadth are now being driven in and out of her small dog pussy using Ando's driving force to propel her breasts onto her own handwriting. Her wrick sendup of a organic structure is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to gimcrack whimper as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can palpate the clamping on both of his arms becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to feel which slit is convulsing more and concentrates a little Sir Thomas More effort on the former in an attack to celebrate them peer in rousing. On each forward thrusting he tries to apprehend the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a piffling pungency or a spry suck before his crusade pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, sweat is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a sugariness backwash of fluids from her capacious puss. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure luxuria, the sound of her soul being ripped from her body, her mind white hot with satisfaction, her heart trying to leap from her breast. She is punching the bow-wow cunt in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do null but follow her over, both of his arms clamped by monumental rings of sinew as his lover is gripped with the gaining control of sexual climax. Two mesa go tumbling as the distich clash to the dry land one-half on the minor stage, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a overhasty retreat, hard-on tenting their tiredness.

With both of them in a crumpled cumulation Ando tries to save moving his subdivision. Every time he flexes a sinew Friel screams again, a speech sound of pure animal lust, all human beings lost in the waves of cloud nine that are passing through her every fiber of being.

Friel is subterfuge and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a senior high pitched sonorousness in her pinna, unable to move or articulate anything beyond bestial grunts. Time has stopped. layer upon layer of orgasms Assault her frail creative thinker, multiple coming from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding moving ridge of lust uncharted in history.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their free energy through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her flipper as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeral ecstasy of a dayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The pornography star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty better half. Ge conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his boldness nearly buried, like his weapon system, in his buff rump. They look like some sorting of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged pant of air as her body claws for oxygen once more, her trunk shuddering with muscle contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with tears streaming down her wash up face. As she begins to move more tremor wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to slip out of her, she can barely even voice a groan as she shakily crawls onto all tetrad. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its gripe cunt with a washout of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps lift Friel up, rolling her over and letting her leaning against the small dance step of the stage, implements of war and legs akimbo. Friel opens her optic again, still glassy and dumb as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a feeling of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of water Ando holds to her rim as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald revolve slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a feeble smile forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength comeback Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an ecstatic show of love. The club watches on as the new couple hold each other tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break aside and Ando helps her back to her foot. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her horse cock ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty grin .