By border bar measure this piazza is a little cleaner than most, but the olfactory property of inebriant, sweat and stimstix that hang in the air betray any make-believe that the golf-club is any less seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The call `` Best Sex show '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar damage are Ginza finest but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba organized crime hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any steer eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with fake breast gyrates around a pole with niggling cacoethes to her disinterested audience.

getting in had been a task, the doorman had to birth been two and a half beat magniloquent and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His loud cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a artillery scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a vet of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the stream occupant of The Golden Cage, an over portentous epithet for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of oriental person extraction was viewed with suspiciousness, even those helping rebuild the shattered communication network. Few here, on the late front subscriber line, seemed to care that Japanese Islands had supported the Russian confederation after Red China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's caller would can him on the touch coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his dude employees. But this was not a station you could really study along your work colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the asterisk attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony show '' ; it would have made for some rather uneasy water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a degenerate, not in any sort of dangerous way, just one driven by rarity 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 populace, one of the reasons he would take on these gruelling assigning that many former salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a trade good wage, it would keep his class secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would have a bright future tense in the ship's company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the universe would appear at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to keep his fantasy life and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this place and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some hazard ; better to have lived a short sprightliness arduous doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unrealized. animation here was probably cheap, as only in a shoes 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 well run clubhouse, especially when that guild could double officer's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blond gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the rip before rolling backwards to let everyone fill a closer looking at it slowly slides out between pierced mouth. Her well practiced move seemed to be having some impact on her audience ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means fewer eyes would be directed at him. He takes a lukewarm swig and looks more closely at the small level, barely boastfully enough to reserve a rod, the close woman and her cast out clothing. suspicion grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very cozy couple on the microscope stage, never mind a belittled horse cavalry. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some cozenage to hook in traveller and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well debilitate off the bottle and leave quietly during the finale of the succeeding act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Chinese.

A balmy ripple of clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the cover of the phase, through the room access hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good fourth dimension to get in another round of drinks before the main attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft buffalo chip has difficulty translating the heavily stress Russian, but in a shoes like this it is easy enough to fill in the blank from the circumstance ; sex, wassail, no touching. The rush to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the club with a just view of the point as well as closer proximity to the incline exit to enact his flight plan. He can feel centre following him as he does his best to intermix into the plasteel paries in the shadower and swallow down his reverence. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the same fortune as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the signal outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Japanese technologist being slowly tortured to death by local anaesthetic war crook LIVE on stage !"Ando frisson and chances a flavour around the lodge again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing stake in him now he had stopped moving. As the great unwashed return to their seats with their plastiglasses full phase of the moon, the luminance dim once again as the DJ introduces the virtuoso act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow filth fuck ! Do we have something peculiar for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich Isle of Man toy playing to perverts like you in the obscenity and squalor of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will enthrall you with her unique dog and pony show. Ladies and gentlemen, beau deviant, may I introduce the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The interview musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone cleaning woman steps through the drapery and an industrial classic kicks up a mountain pass through the sound system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the frequenter are a little upset by her lone visual aspect, not a prop, dead or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled professional dancer, her body kicking to the relentless metre. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metre tall in her unreasonable heels, her orient toes squeezed into place shaped like lacquered hooves. Her foresighted, very shapely, pale wooden leg lead up to a very scant pleated white skirt resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial arse. A lose weight waistline accentuates her voluptuous spirit shaped bottom beautifully as her close rumple gabardine material top stretching hugely across a pair of ridiculously massive bosom, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the premature dancer 's breaking ball seem positively lifelike. Her farsighted, elegant neck opening holds a letters patent leather apprehension adorned with a single clear gem. Friel 's nerve is captivating in its beauty ; long, direct fateful hair cascading down her back, kept out of her typeface with a elementary while headband, full brim glisten with scarlet lipstick, her pretty button nose allowing her large almond heart to dominate her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence agency, volume and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some white angelic schoolgirl created by the Satan to tempt the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must have been created in the vats of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw intimate force burning off her every stoma as her dead body moves gracefully to the medicine, a imagination of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the interview was expecting her the absurd and alien dish holds off any contiguous retaliation to the cost of entranceway or potable. Ando quickly assesses his dodging plan once again in the issue this abbreviated moment of distraction erupts into bother. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost inconceivable. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over double with impossible flexibility and grace to look at her new fans upside-down from the English of her closed branch, her petite skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded fundament. With a ready flick of her coxa the wench face lift and settled over her back completely exposing the two lunar month of soft albumen flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her supercilium in mock surprise, purses her lips and brings her finger to them ; her expression reminiscent of the classic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very turn over. She gives the audience a few moments to gaze at her wonderful, shapely backside before running her hands up her stage. Straightening up a piddling, she places a hand on each cheek of her bottomland, knowing it 's mesmeric effect on the audience. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the hookup of what is to arrive and what lies between those buttock ; her peg, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own tail, her hand rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheeks. Her foresightful peg teetering on hoof-like brake shoe leading up to the turgid, rung backside looks very much like the back end of a horse, all she would need is a arse to complete to deception.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a little profoundly each sentence, slowly disappearing between the rounded hillock. Friel's centre are closed, listen racing with erotic thinking, getting into the right frame of judgment, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust revolt, her affectionateness pumping loudly in her ear as a shudder of twat bump runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deep between her cheeks a jet of liquid flies out and a muscularity mathematical group no former human posse flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parting on it 's own revealing a goggle pink hole, a big clitoris at the floor and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to get laid what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a buck 's cunt where most people would cause an anus. All thoughts of leaving this office disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this go of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her boldness now, to bring home the bacon the audience with a respectable view, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the hopeful stage lighting, keeping her front in shadow, facing away from her audience. Her arse flexes again, like a set ashore fish gasping for air, her buttocks part to let on their enshroud treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a immense, quivering, fleshy twat mostly pink with a little mottling of John Brown and blacks, towards the groundwork sits a large clitoris. As the labia piece and New York minute at the audience the true order of magnitude of the electronic organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre cut in her figure, opening 3 centimetre wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole area. A second or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing sound causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small-scale stage onto a nearby board. This time the consultation is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his heart beating fast, instantly falling in lustfulness with her body.

As her snatch blink again for the third base meter the interview can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the afford vacuum of her cunt. Then Friel, without any grooming or finesse, rams her clenched compensate handwriting into the pickle, it seems to give-up the ghost in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for prominent lovers, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her radiocarpal joint passing inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her derriere in time with the music obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise software package to the audience. A small river of juice running down her pegleg, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her ramification than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

Bending forward further and slightly relaxing her position the generator of this liquid is revealed. Just in nominal head of her clitoris another identical kitty-cat nestles, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her leg as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of sentence with the former. An awkward sideways blinking of her two equine puss nestling between her thighs, no gap between them. Her entire crotch domain is a wet wad of sex electronic organ, aegir for a pair of huge Equus caballus hammer to pound her with unrelenting force.

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

Again swaying her bum in clip with the music she allows the staccato winking of her slit to create puddles on the stage story whilst simultaneously spraying the breast row of her consultation with her confidant succus. The raw smell of mares in season briefly manages to overtake the screen background stink of the night club. Holding her buttocks open up Friel begins to support up, chancing a look over her shoulder at her stunned hearing. Gradually she lets her leg slide apart a footling to provide a considerably vista of her gasping cunt.

In a clear, powerful, well-educated side accent Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could fill me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs part further an ominous shadow can be seen through them ; a long, dark physique approaching her knees. With a practiced move Friel spins on the situation, yanking her dame off, tossing it towards a surprised interview member revealing her virile incline to all.

Nestled in her genital organ is a large cocktail dress with a partially flaccid sawbuck's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetre yearn and beginning to set about her stifle. It is sick pinko in coloring, with a couple of large blotch of disastrous down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist size testicles, held closing curtain to her body, skin stretched tightly over their veinlike capacity, shining in the leg lights.

Again the audience are in seismic disturbance, not sure whether to stay silent, gonorrhoea, cheer or choke on their overpriced beer.

The phallus between her wooden leg is obviously equid in origination, and clearly from quite a big specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the head a blunt cuneus, it continues to slowly spillway from the vauntingly case that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly clit. About halfway up its distance can be seen a fold in the flesh 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 length, a boastfully lowering looking hosiery of flesh. The exquisitely furrow beginning to shine out and large veins start to get more large along its vast length as it began to go up. wellspring over half a meter long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her ramification Friel rubs her own slick succus over its distance as the head thickens and the monstrous process begins to reach full erection.

The shaft is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral mental process prominent on the blunt school principal. Using her penis as a misdirection Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the curriculum vitae coaxing her stallionhood to erecting with her hands. They don't reach round the monumental harmonium, her milking action behind the preputial ring face like she is trying to drive blood into the former one-half as the foreland further widens, now distinctly wide of the mark than the ray of light below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cups, almost level with the fully red lips of her mouth. Friel licks her lips 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 exam surge in its length and thickness, the foreland now clearly beginning to flare, a little spurt of liquidness coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the stage lighting, vein and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, cockeyed skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the completely tip in her jaw, but making a valiant attack. Her weapon system are pen up beneath her breasts, squeezing the member between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her pelvic arch mashing the fountainhead between her mouth, leaving smears of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning nut push forward revealing the still winking labia of her front maria cunt whilst it dribbles its keep on arousal down her recollective legs. A face of walking on air can be seen across Friel's human face, her heart half lidded as she thrusts again into her sass causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The pap on her breasts look outstanding even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her appearance is for her own welfare as well as her spectators.

The question of the enormous electronic 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 hurrying, each time her balls are thrown in the air her kitty is clearly seeable, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her organs is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the stale smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to reserve back her lust any more ; a entire at full-of-the-moon erection fix to spread his seed.

Her spectators are mute, the DJ has even turned down the euphony so everyone can hear her moans, muffled behind the mammoth turncock head pounding her face, its flare up half the size of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his branch impression wobbly and light at this sight before him. How could such a puppet of such total hunger exist in this worldly concern ?

With increasing saturation Friel tit-fucks herself, her full being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate fan, these are brutal jab of animalistic hunger, tidal bore for net waiver. Her groans turn into moans, which in turn become high pitches neigh of delight as the here and now of release gets close. By now each thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her case and hair.

Friel shriek, the nine collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thickset Patrick Victor Martindale White ointment into her sassing, over her human face, on the stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

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

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her testicles pulling hard into her body, her enormous, rigid shaft, taught and pulsing up its length as spermatozoan is pumped up its broad extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy motion picture of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the proprietor of such a ridiculously powerful organ, her sea captain in matters of pleasure.

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

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her boob and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in front of her with the remains of her greasy heart. It falls heavily towards the flat coat, a thick rubbery thermionic tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her bollock and vaginas from view.

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

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipples are even more striking now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't assistant but notice 2 large tone down patches on the underside 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 hips once again in sentence to the music. With each swing her equid pecker wallows back and forth between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining loading between her second joint.

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

"Someone did call you a dog and jigger display, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the immense garment to the side to reveal yet more surprise on her outre physical structure. Her mamilla are not in fact mamilla but rather truncated sheaths, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the luff tip of a bright scarlet cock point. With both custody she grasps her massive right globe and heave it higher, presenting the emerging dog cock to her kayoed witness. Letting go of her immense knocker it crashes back against her rib and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each kink of her finger's breadth around its sensitive tip.

The sickly red penis continues to disgorge from its hideaway, still floppy disk and malleable. The nipple cocktail dress bulges slightly and Friel's eye widen briefly as a larger oaf of physique power play its way out some 10 centimetres behind the pointed tip. She grasps the alien cock behind this small lump and gently jerks it a few time gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare script to bring the electric organ to her lip. She runs her tongue around the glans, teasing her own stimulation and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy breast up a little further allowing her lip to close around the turgid process, sucking half of its length into her mouth and bringing it to fully inflexibility. It's a massive organ by human measure, some 20 centimetres from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling naut mi to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and clapper. Once startlingly red against her pale flesh its coloration is changing as the erecting begins to fully organise, a white criss-cross of fine strand giving it a more pink hue which accentuates the blueish mineral vein just below the surface of the slick, shiny surface. Friel opens her lip letting the canine cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few sentence with her hand causing a OK stream of pre-cum to fuel out the end into her greedy open lip.

At least this organ is more hard-nosed to blow than the monstrous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling disembarrass between her legs as her dead body efficiently retracts the organ, a coordination compound serial publication of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pocket. The cock is a wonder of nature, the once monolithic, blunt head now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her well designed clothes. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to look very hard between her wooden leg to see the talebearer bulge in her skirt that could have indicated she was packing such a monolithic mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the terminal few centimetre abode and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly light-green centre. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her rim as an almost ceaseless current of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her face. Friel winking at him and Ando almost dies of shock at the personal interest group this wight of his aspiration is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is perfection personified in his nous, how could anyone else in the intact humanity compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and grin again before continuing to pump her cock into her mouth, closing her backtalk around the length supporting her breast with only the inflated knot behind the main shaft.

Friel's other hand lower and gently toys with a puffy orifice on the underside of the same knocker. The informant of the wet spot on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a DoS of wax stimulation wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digit, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the bend of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their headspring, the spectacle even too lots for their war hardened creative thinker to cover. But the immense majority watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual Apocalypse 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 brain reel ; the fact that her body 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 cycles/second of climax ? He loved her. He loved her with all his substance. Sex would sense so obtuse after witnessing this masterly exploit of bioengineering. How is it possible to bring back to a normal life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her workforce join, gripping tightly behind the pig out knot probably 7 to 8 cm wide-cut by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handle to start ramming the dog prick in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely adulterate skin on the organ is so thin it looked like it would pull but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her sassing sucking unvoiced. Each driving force is now causing the knot to touch her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The member continues its thin current of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep open swallowing or risk of exposure spluttering. By now her work force were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, tone ending getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog dick briefly freed from its viva voce prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudier liquid onto her lower face. Out of breathing time Friel again tries to push the hard-on back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her laboured gasp and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging climax continues is obviously a hopeless project. Large air house of cards are forming out of her own jism under her nostril as she tries to maintain the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some equanimity she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the bosom fall back against her chest, the peter sliding free from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiling, thick ropes of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her mentum. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and level 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 arcsecond later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering fetor of animal sex, her well-nigh naked torso drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her spit entering his rima oris without warning, a mix of horse and dog spermatozoon smearing his fount 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 long and hard inside me ?"

Ando just stares. Still overt mouthed. He is ineffective to say or do anything.

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

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an orderliness ? A request ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his coat of arms. They are quite baggy, not some strange hoodoo wearable but a twosome of formula veterinary surgeon gloves that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to thumb the slowly swelling laniary penis on her other white meat.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

Ando just nods looking down at his rubber-base paint clad arms than back up to her cum smeared angelic face.

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

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is awash with feelings and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to meet her. He wants to get her remember him, to build up a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his peach, his love.

turn her attention back the club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more than 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 other ballooned up garden pink and blue veined monster that still sits in a state of entire erection on her early breast weeping watery fluid with each tenderness beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her low gear cock she lifts her boob up high and pushes the former white meat under it. It is a complex process, made more difficult by the mountain of her Earth, but her purport is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red cock into the engorged vagina under her former breast. Friel hisses through gritted dentition as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the prick, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of roll in the hay and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower knocker with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still turgid cock on her upper tit to work her squawk pussy up and down a few times. The penis rapidly inflates, the grayback beginning to take out quickly. Abruptly and with some military force she squeezes her breasts together to let the shaft to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel moan again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in billet.

Friel's body starts to sway again with the euphony ; her middle are closed as she mashes her breasts together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the business firm clutches behind the knot on her upper boob allows her to squelch her huge breasts together with some force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg palpitation slightly and it looks for a bit that she may loose her remainder as a fresh fountain of liquid spurts from her exposed doggy cock. The rhythm of the medicine provides a rude timing to her knocker poking ; steadfast and ordered, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few mo of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her sleeve free fall to her sides, a sly smile on her brim as her tits stay attached to each other, a sprain mash of breast tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous mounds is an erect dribble cuspid penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her second joint letting her boobs swing down, still mated. She turns her luscious prat to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her stage slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive blinking orifices, the strong scent of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to ingrain. Without any hesitancy he punches deep and hard with his right fist into the upper cunt. He expectw some sort of electric resistance, something to slack his progress, but nil does. It is a farsighted, slick tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her tender folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his other hand into her lower twat, again with very fiddling resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack cavalry cunts in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could recollect of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes matters into her own tread and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his ground and his limb disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud squelch 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 weight, forcing the weaponry in further until his face is mere cm from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a respectable sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his weaponry. The whole length of her affected vaginas begin to nip his blazon tightly. Keeping his clenched fist clenched so it resembles the psyche of her stallion stopcock he leans back with full force in order to try and pull out his arms free. Her slick confines try to hold him in post but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckle duster rubbing against the muscular ribbing within her crocked cunt as he continues to pull out all the way. A sickly sucking auditory sensation as his clenched fist break relieve from her forceful bag. Friel's cunts spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out huge gouty arthritis of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a arcsecond before straightening his blazonry and pushing his hale consistence against her with his full strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once more slowing his procession. However this metre he has built up some momentum and does not intercept until his face encroachment against her immense wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clitoris nearby, an pig out John Brown and pink nub about the size of the low joint on his pollex. Without a second thought he fastens his lip on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to labor up and rub against his mouth. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper mare puss, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the tender reed organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startle surprisal. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his weapon system as the cuntal spasms are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a 2nd then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his coat of arms back in again, making sure his nose and back talk hit her button. Ando's brass is getting wet from his own hidrosis and his fan's juices.

The audience is a little more revive now, cheering on the youth stallion as he tries to delight his mare. The Oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his piece of work 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 powerful thrusting, early prison term just letting Ando do all the work. Her tit are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged sexual climax, the crowning dog tool occasionally giving a minuscule spurt. Friel has one bridge player on the pole supporting her, her early hired man now rubbing the second exposed canine vagina on the bottom of her let out tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, periodic opaque gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's oink of drive and the squelching noises of her twat is having a fairly attempt at drowning out the euphony, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

threesome of Friel's finger's breadth are now being driven in and out of her little dog pussy using Ando's thrusts to prompt her boob onto her own hand. Her twisted pasquinade of a body is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to loud whine as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his weapon becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to sense which twat is convulsing more and concentrates a little more attempt on the other in an endeavour to keep on them compeer in rousing. On each forward drive he tries to savvy the engorged mobile clitoris in his back talk, a lilliputian bite or a quickly suck before his crusade pull him away again. Ando is finding it more unmanageable to see, sweat is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a sweet 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 sound of her soul being ripped from her body, her listen White River hot with gratification, her affection trying to leap from her breast. She is punching the doggie cunt in her tit with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do naught but follow her over, both of his implements of war clamped by massive tintinnabulation of muscle as his lover is gripped with the gaining control of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the couple clang to the priming half on the pocket-sized stage, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a precipitant retirement, hard-on tenting their fatigue.

With both of them in a crumpled hatful Ando tries to keep moving his blazonry. Every meter he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a sound of pure animate being lust, all human race lost in the waves of cloud nine that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is sinlessness, a in high spirits pitched sonorousness in her ears, unable to impress or articulate anything beyond brute oink. meter has stopped. layer upon layer of sexual climax assaults her fragile mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic DOE riding waving of lustfulness uncharted in chronicle.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the universe of discourse is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the George Sand underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeron raptus of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty checkmate. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, eye closed, with a blissful smile on his facial expression nearly buried, like his arms, in his buff rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined similitude. Friel has started breathing again, ragged pant of air as her physical structure pincer for oxygen once more, her trunk shuddering with muscular contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with snag streaming down her consume brass. As she begins to travel more tremors wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to slip out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her knotted knocker slowly slip apart, a declamatory bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a wash of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too feeble to move.

Ando leans over, and helps pinch Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small whole step of the point, coat of arms and leg akimbo. Friel opens her oculus again, still vitrified and dull as she becomes dimly aware of her environment, a look of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a beverage from a 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 rickety smile forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his middle. As her military capability returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an ecstatic show of sexual love. The club watches on as the new couple hold each other tightly and osculate passionately.

Finally they break apart and Ando helps her cover to her feet. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her Equus caballus hammer ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty grin .