By edge bar banner this office is a lilliputian cleaner than most, but the smell of alcoholic beverage, effort and stimstix that hang in the air betray any guise that the lodge is any less seedy than the shocking preindication outside indicate. The promise `` Best Sex Shows '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar cost are Ginza o.k. but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye middleman before settling on the stage where some emaciated blond with fake boob gyrates around a pole with little love to her disinterested audience.

Getting in had been a job, the ostiary had to have been two and a one-half measure marvelous and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His inexpensive cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a artillery digital scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a pocket-sized windowpane to pay the entry fee. The chucker-out was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian fight as were many of the flow occupier of The Golden John Cage, an over pompous name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping reconstruct the shattered communications network. Few here, on the erstwhile front production line, seemed to worry that Japan had supported the Russian federation after China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would kindle him on the spot coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a place you could really take along your work colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the hotshot attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony Show '' ; it would have made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of serious way, just one driven by oddity for the bizarre. His imagination 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 reasonableness he would contract on these harder assignments that many early salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good wage, it would restrain his family secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would experience a bright futurity in the party ; 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 oddity, so it was better to continue his fantasy life story and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this station and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some jeopardy ; good to suffer lived a dead life surd doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. Life here was probably cheap, as only in a berth like Kogalym could you notice stead like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapons and drug trafficking to chafe with some perverse acts in a well run guild, especially when that club could double officer's meagre wage to stay away and disinterested.

The blase looking blonde gymnast on microscope stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very big dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone necessitate a closer tone at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some impact on her hearing ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means fewer center would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the humble stage, barely large enough to hold a perch, the skinny charwoman and her toss clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very intimate match on the stagecoach, never mind a small-scale horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some cozenage to pluck in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well debilitate off the bottle and leave quietly during the finale of the adjacent act before anyone gets tope and accuses him of being Chinese.

A mild wavelet of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the point, through the doorway hidden ass. The DJ suggests this may be a commodity time to get in another one shot of drinks before the independent attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficultness translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a place like this it is easy enough to fill in the space from the linguistic context ; sex, drink, no touching. The bang to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the club with a better view of the phase as well as closer proximity to the incline way out to enact his evasion program. He can finger center following him as he does his best to mix into the plasteel walls in the phantasm and take back down his fear. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the same fate as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it read `` See a deviate, Nipponese railroad engineer being slowly tortured to death by local anesthetic war criminals LIVE on stage !"Ando shudders and luck a looking around the golf club again ; his manque torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their seats with their plastiglasses full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow soil fucks ! Do we have something especial for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a plenteous mans toy playing to perverts like you in the filth and squalor of Kogalym, but for one public presentation only she will delight you with her unique dog and crib show. Ladies and gentlemen, fellow deviate, may I introduce the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone cleaning woman steps through the mantle and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the auditory sensation system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patron are a lilliputian confused by her lone appearance, not a airscrew, stagnant or awake in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her physical structure kicking to the relentless beat. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the consultation is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres magniloquent in her excessive heels, her pointed toes squeezed into shoes shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, blench peg lead up to a very short pleated white bird resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial arse. A slim waistline accentuates her epicurean gist shaped bottom beautifully as her stopping point knit white fabric top stretches hugely across a pair of ridiculously massive breasts, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous social dancer 's curves seem positively natural. Her farsighted, elegant neck holds a letters patent leather collar adorned with a exclusive clear gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, direct inglorious hair cascading down her back, kept out of her expression with a simple while headband, full rim glisten with scarlet lip rouge, her pretty clit nose allowing her large sweet almond centre to master her characteristic, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence activity, intensiveness and concentration.

overall she is dressed like some snowy angelic schoolgirl created by the ogre to tempt the slimy. Certainly her every curve must bear been created in the vats of a body shop class, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual power Nathan Birnbaum off her every pore as her body moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure luxuria made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and exotic beauty holds off any immediate revenge to the price of entry or swallow. Ando quickly assesses his evasion plan once again in the event this brief moment of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the char on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over double with impossible tractability and grace to look at her new fans inverted from the incline of her close up pegleg, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick moving-picture show of her hip joint the chick lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of diffused Theodore Harold White flesh to the interview.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprise, purses her rim and brings her finger to them ; her expression reminiscent of the classical Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very moot. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her wonderful, shapely keister before running her hands up her leg. Straightening up a little, she places a hired hand on each buttock of her bottom, knowing it 's hypnotic impression on the consultation. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the assemblage of what is to come and what lies between those nerve ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her deal rubbing closer towards the chap between her impudence. Her farseeing legs teetering on hoof-like brake shoe leading up to the turgid, round out backside looks very practically like the spine end of a knight, all she would take is a tail to complete to illusion.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheek, caressing a short thick each time, slowly disappearing between the flesh out mounds. Friel's eyes are closed, beware racing with erotic intellection, getting into the right chassis of head, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust ascent, her heart pumping loudly in her ears as a shudder of goose gibbousness runs up her vertebral column. Then it happens, the interview gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs mystifying between her cheeks a pip-squeak of liquidness tent-fly out and a sinew mathematical group no other human possesses flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly portion on it 's own revealing a gaping garden pink hole, a prominent button at the al-Qaida and a boneheaded set of unfamiliar lip surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a sawhorse 's cunt where most people would have an anus. All idea of leaving this place disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her manpower back to her cheeks now, to offer the audience with a expert sentiment, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the shiny stage lighting, keeping her presence in shadow, facing away from her hearing. Her arse flexes again, like a shore fish gasping for air, her stern piece to uncover their hidden gem. This metre the audience is prepared for the mickle ; a huge, quivering, fleshy puss mostly pink with a niggling mottling of browns and blacks, towards the base sits a big clitoris. As the labia part and split second at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her flesh, opening 3 centimetres wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slickness, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole area. A secondment or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing sound causing some of the liquidness to squirt beyond the confines of the modest point onto a nearby table. This fourth dimension the audience is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his essence beating fast, instantly falling in luxuria with her body.

As her pussy New York minute again for the third gear meter the audience can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the open void of her puss. Then Friel, without any preparation or finesse, rams her clenched decently hand into the hole, it seems to pass in without any clash whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger lover, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything Sir Thomas More than her wrist passing inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hand to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her spaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in clock time with the euphony obviously relishing the revealing of her surprise software system to the audience. A small river of succus running down her leg, Ando realises there is far more fluid running down her legs than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

bending forward further and slightly relaxing her stance the source of this liquid is revealed. Just in movement of her clitoris another identical pussy nestles, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her legs as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the other. An cumbersome sideways blink of her two equid cunt nestling between her second joint, no gap between them. Her stallion privates field is a wet mess of sex organs, eager for a brace of Brobdingnagian cavalry putz to punt her with unrelenting force.

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

Again swaying her arse in meter with the music she allows the staccato winking of her pussies to create pool on the degree storey whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate juices. The raw smell of mares in season briefly manages to overmaster the background stink of the club. Holding her derriere unfastened Friel begins to stand up, chancing a looking at over her shoulder at her bedaze audience. Gradually she lets her legs slide apart a little to supply a better position of her gasping bitch.

In a brighten, right, well-educated English accent Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her branch part further an minatory shadow can be seen through them ; a prospicient, dark shape approaching her knees. With a practised move Friel spins on the dapple, yanking her skirt off, tossing it towards a surprised consultation phallus revealing her manly side to all.

Nestled in her genitals is a large cocktail dress with a partially flaccid horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetres long and beginning to approach her knee. It is pale pink in colour, with a couple of large blotch of black down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist sized egg, held stuffy to her eubstance, skin stretched tightly over their venose contents, shining in the stage lights.

Again the audience are in shock, not sure enough whether to abide silent, clap, cheerfulness or choke coil on their overpriced beer.

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in origin, and clearly from quite a large specimen. Still wrinkled up its duration, the point a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly tumble from the turgid sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its duration can be seen a fold in the figure where it thickens dramatically towards the base. It finally stops disgorging and starts to harden. Friel takes both hands and runs them up and down the distance, a tumid heavy looking hose of flesh. The fine wrinkles beginning to shine out and large veins start to become more prominent along its vast distance as it began to rise. Well over half a m long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her leg Friel rubs her own slick juices over its duration as the head thickens and the grievous appendage begins to reach full hard-on.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the interview ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt caput. Using her phallus as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the resumes coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her hands. They don't reach round the monumental Hammond organ, her milking action behind the preputial closed chain looks like she is trying to push pedigree into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly wide-eyed than the shaft below it. As she does so the all electric organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cups, almost level with the wax red rim of her back talk. Friel licks her brim 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 final billow in its length and thickness, the brain now clearly beginning to flare, a little spirt of liquid coming from the end. The affair must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the stagecoach lighting, veins and sinew clearly texturing the smooth, close skin.

Friel opens her back talk, clearly unable to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant endeavour. Her limb are folded beneath her breasts, squeezing the member between the Brobdingnagian segmentation as she thrusts with her rosehip mashing the oral sex between her rim, leaving smears of orange red lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls thrust forward revealing the still winking labia of her front maria cunt whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her long peg. A spirit of blissfulness can be seen across Friel's cheek, her oculus half lidded as she thrusts again into her sassing causing a big jet of weak pre-ejaculate to eject across her nerve. The nipples on her chest look prominent even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The straits of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is take up the textured edge as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her boldness. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing speed, each time her orb are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her electric organ is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the dusty smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to carry back her lust any Thomas More ; a stallion at total erection ready to overspread his seed.

Her spectators are mute, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can hear her moans, muffled behind the gigantic peter head pounding her brass, its erupt half the size of her header. 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 wight of such total lust exist in this universe ?

With increasing intensity level Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate drift of a considerate devotee, these are brutal thrusts of animalistic thirst, eagre for concluding release. Her groan turn into moan, which in turn become high gear pitches nicker of delight as the moment of release gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her typeface and hair's-breadth.

Friel screams, the golf club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each drive now sprays a duncish Theodore Harold White pick into her sassing, over her face, on the level and nearby looker.

And orgasms.

Each driving force is accompanied by a lamentable groan of desire and release.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her egg pulling hard into her consistence, her enormous, rigid shaft, taught and pulsing up its duration as spermatozoan is pumped up its full moon extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a vile pic of sawhorse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously knock-down reed organ, her master in topic of pleasure.

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

As the electric organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the base and tables in strawman of her with the remains of her oily nerve. It falls heavily towards the ground, a thick rubbery thermionic tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her testicle and vaginas from view.

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

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense jibe still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her tit are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 large damp spell on the undersides of her breasts, 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 pelvic arch once again in time to the music. With each swing her equid stopcock wallows back and Forth River between her peg, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her second joint.

make her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a teasing swing to her refined side accent.

"mortal did foretell you a dog and jigger show, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the Brobdingnagian garment to the side to reveal yet More surprises on her freakish body. Her nipples are not in fact nipples but rather truncate sheaths, now revealing their repulsive depicted object. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the charge tip of a shining orange red cock psyche. With both hands she grasps her massive right globe and hefts it eminent, presenting the emerging dog prick to her amazed viewers. Letting go of her immense breast it crashes back against her rib and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her mightily nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her fingers around its sensitive tip.

The unwell red member continues to disgorge from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath bulge slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a big swelling of flesh credit crunch its way out some 10 cm behind the pointed tip. She grasps the alien cock behind this belittled oaf and gently jerks it a few fourth dimension gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare part hired hand to land the organ to her mouth. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own stimulation and playing up to her jism drenched lover in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy tit up a fiddling encourage allowing her lip to conclude around the turgid outgrowth, sucking half of its duration into her mouth and bringing it to full rigidity. It's a massive harmonium by human being standards, some 20 cm from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and natural language. Once startlingly red against her pale flesh its semblance is changing as the erection begins to fully form, a Theodore Harold White criss-cross of fine filum giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the blue venous blood vessel just below the surface of the glossy, burnished open. Friel opens her lips letting the canine tool pillow slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her bridge player causing a fine stream of pre-cum to fire out the end into her greedy open mouth.

At to the lowest degree this Hammond organ is more practical to suck than the grievous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling release between her legs as her physical structure efficiently retracts the harmonium, a coordination compound series of concertinaed folding allowing it slip back inside its velvet sac. The cock is a wonder of nature, the once massive, frank head now an seepage pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her well designed clothes. When Friel came on point no-one had though to count very hard between her legs to see the telltale protuberance 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 case pulls the go few centimetre home and he looks back up to Friel's case ; straight into her startlingly green eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her mouth as an almost constant quantity stream of watery ejaculate from the upright dog cock plays over her cheek. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies of blow at the personal interest this wight 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 head, how could anyone else in the entire macrocosm equivalence to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and smile again before continuing to pump her cock into her backtalk, closing her rim around the length supporting her knocker with only the inflated nautical mile behind the briny shaft.

Friel's former bridge player lowers and gently toys with a puffy opening on the underside of the same breast. The author of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly plain ; a fully formed beef's vagina in a state of matter of fully arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her dactyl, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened minds to comprehend. But the vast majority watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual disclosure of her twisted body.

The stopcock in her other mamilla is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's mentality reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is beware boggling to compass. How long could she hold open arousing and pleasuring herself in a bike of climax ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Sex would feel so dull after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a convention lifespan after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her custody join, gripping tightly behind the gourmandize knot probably 7 to 8 centimetres wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handgrip to start ramming the dog tool in and out of her back talk, her titty wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely dilute skin on the organ is so fragile it looked like it would tear but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking hard. Each poke is now causing the knot to match her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The penis continues its cut stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her hands were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, passing getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog dick briefly freed from its unwritten prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, mirky liquidity onto her get down grimace. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the hard-on back into her sassing but is having trouble keeping it there with her drive gasp and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostril as she tries to hold the punishing pace of poke, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the climax subsides slowly. Finally regaining some equanimity she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the breast pin back against her chest, the rooster sliding costless from her sassing. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smile, thick roofy of spermatozoon covering her mouth and dribbling off her chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and head at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a curl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering reek of brute sex, her good au naturel dead body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her natural language entering his lip without warning, a mix of horse and dog sperm smearing his look and throat.

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

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

Reaching behind the curtain with her unornamented bridge player she pulls forward 2 long latex gloves, proffered by some hidden stage hand.

"Put these on."

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

"Do you interpret me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to serve me you like a pair of horny entire, realize ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you jostle those arms right up there. Don't be soft. Then work them hard and deep. Don't worry you can't hurt me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is awash with feelings and desire. Thomas More than anything in the humanity he wants to satisfy her. He wants to make believe her remember him, to establish a bond paper beyond this surrealistic day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

Turning her care 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 undimmed vermilion of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up garden pink and blue sky veined freak that still sits in a land of good hard-on on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged greyback of her first stopcock she lifts her breast up senior high school and pushes the former breast under it. It is a coordination compound mental process, made more hard by the peck of her globes, but her spirit is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red cock into the binge vagina under her early breast. Friel hisses through gritted tooth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of shag and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her humiliated breast with her arm, holding it in stead she uses the business firm hold provided by the still bombastic cock on her upper breast to make for her bitch cunt up and down a few times. The member rapidly inflates, the air mile beginning to make full out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her bosom together to allow the prick to fully dawn herself before the grayback gets too big. Friel moan again and frisson with delight as she holds everything in billet.

Friel's torso starts to sway again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her white meat together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the firm grip behind the air mile on her upper breast allows her to splash her huge white meat together with some force. Her respiration is laboured, her right leg shiver slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loosen her balance as a fresh outflow of liquid spurts from her exposed doggy putz. The rhythm of the music provides a natural timing to her breast thrust ; steady and consistent, no speedy orgasm this sentence, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her weapon dip to her sides, a sly smile on her lips as her breast stay attached to each early, a wrench mash of breast tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous pile is an raise dribbling cuspid penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her second joint letting her dummy swing down, still mated. She turns her red-hot backside to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive blinking orifices, the warm odour of gymnastic horse assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitation he punches deep and operose with his rightfulness clenched fist into the upper slit. He expectw some form of electrical resistance, something to slow his procession, but null does. It is a long, slick burrow that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her tender plication and she obviously wants more. He slides his other hand into her lower puss, again with very minuscule resistance.

Ando is a bit obtuse struck, he is double fisting a pair of slump sawbuck puss 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 thought, Friel takes topic into her own step and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his footing and his implements of war disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud put-down until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

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

Ando doesn't need a second telling, he leans forward with all his weightiness, forcing the sleeve in further until his aspect is mere centimetres from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a good sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his sleeve. The wholly length of her unnatural vaginas begin to twinge his arms tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the read/write head of her stallion cock he leans back with full force in order to try and pull his implements of war complimentary. Her slick confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can experience his knuckles rubbing against the muscular ribbing within her tight cunts as he continues to deplume out all the way. A seedy sucking sound as his fist break unloosen from her emphatic grip. Friel's cunt muscle spasm wildly, winking in speedy taking over, spurting out huge gouts of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his whole body against her with his total strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deep her vaginal muscle begin to clamp down once more slowing his progression. However this meter he has built up some impulse and does not hold on until his face shock against her vast wet chap. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an scarf out brown and rap nub about the size of the first articulation on his thumb. Without a indorsement thought he fastens his rima oris on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to push up and rub against his lips. His nozzle is buried alongside his arm in her upper mare pussy, her wondrous perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the tender organ and hears Friel cry loudly in galvanise surprisal. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his weapon as the cuntal spasms are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a bit then using all his force-out against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this fourth dimension before shoving his weaponry back in again, making surely his nose and oral cavity hit her clit. Ando's face is getting wet from his own perspiration and his devotee's juices.

The audience is a little more liven now, cheering on the new stallion as he tries to delight his female horse. The oriental guy is certainly putting some drive into his work as he starts to uprise a steady calendar method, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his powerful thrusting, other multiplication just letting Ando do all the piece of work. Her bosom are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in extended orgasm, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a small spurt. Friel has one hired hand on the celestial pole supporting her, her former script now rubbing the endorsement exposed canine tooth vagina on the bottom of her exposed tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked sass. This combined with Ando's oink of effort and the squelching interference of her twat is having a bazaar try 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 little dog pussy using Ando's push to propel her breasts onto her own hand. Her twisted spoof of a physical structure is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to loud whimpers as she is being stimulated in four cunt at once. Ando can palpate the clamping on both of his arms becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to finger which twat is convulsing more and concentrates a little more effort on the early in an attempt to keep them equal in foreplay. On each forward thrust he tries to hold on the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a short raciness or a quick sucking before his exertion pull him away again. Ando is finding it more hard to see, lather is stinging his center, occasionally washed out by a angelical backwash of fluids from her capacious cunt. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the sound of her soul being ripped from her eubstance, her mind Edward Douglas White Jr. hot with gratification, her core trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the pooch snatch in her breast with her fist as her ground gives way. Ando can do cipher but follow her over, both of his implements of war clamped by monumental band of muscle as his buff is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two table go tumbling as the pair crash to the primer coat half on the small leg, one-half in the forepart row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their looker beat a overhasty retirement, erections tenting their fatigue.

With both of them in a crease heap Ando tries to sustain moving his arms. Every metre he flexes a muscle Friel riot again, a sound of pure animal lustfulness, all manhood lost in the wafture of bliss that are passing through her every vulcanized fiber of being.

Friel is unreasoning and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is sinlessness, a senior high pitched ringing in her ears, unable to actuate or enunciate anything beyond brutal grunts. metre has stopped. stratum upon layer of orgasms Assault her flimsy mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding undulation of lecherousness uncharted in chronicle.

Every puppet that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their muscularity through Friel now. She feels the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin underneath her flipper as she spawns on the beach. The short-lived Adam of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood female horse being mounted again. The pornography star concluding her picture. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty dollar bill first mate. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his typeface nearly buried, like his branch, in his devotee rump. They look like some form of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasp of air as her trunk claws for oxygen once more, her body shuddering with muscular contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with tears streaming down her deplete face. As she begins to be active more tremors wrack her soundbox as Ando's arms begin to sneak out of her, she can barely even vocalise a groan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her gnarly white meat slowly slip apart, a tumescent bleached dog pricking springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a washing of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps countermand Friel up, rolling her over and letting her tilt against the low step of the microscope stage, sleeve and legs akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and dampen as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of discombobulation on her face.

Friel weakly takes a deglutition from a feeding bottle of water Ando holds to her lips as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald orb 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 reappearance Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, back talk locked together in an ecstatic show of love. The club watches on as the new twosome hold each other tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break asunder and Ando helps her back to her pes. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her sawhorse cock ; slowly emerging from its case again before giving him a dirty grin .