By border bar banner this situation is a trivial cleaner than most, but the smell of intoxicant, stew and stimstix that bent in the air betray any pretense that the nightspot is any lupus erythematosus seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The promised `` sound Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza fine but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba organized crime hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottleful of Baltika and coup d'oeil nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with fake tits gyrates around a Pole with little heat to her disinterested audience.

Getting in had been a chore, the gatekeeper had to birth been two and a half m tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any patronage into the bar. His cheap cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapons scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a minuscule windowpane to pay the debut fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian difference as were many of the current resident of The Golden Cage, an over ceremonious figure for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with mistrust, even those helping rebuild the shattered communications network. Few here, on the onetime front line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil snap into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the dapple coming to a office like this and being alone would take seemed suicidal to his chap employees. But this was not a place you could really admit along your body of work co-worker, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the star attraction as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony show '' ; it would cause made for some rather ill at ease water-cooler conversation the fall out day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity 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 take on these heavy grant that many early salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a in force wage, it would keep his kinsfolk secure back house, when he eventually had one, and he would have a bright future in the ship's company ; but only if he made it out of this bar active tonight. Ando knew the humans would bet at him as a junkie for his curio, so it was better to keep his fantasy sprightliness and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this stead and the strange touring act, he knew he had to learn some jeopardy ; better to birth lived a short life hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unrealized. spirit here was probably cheap, as only in a topographic point like Kogalym could you find piazza like this. Only here was the law more refer with weapons and drug trafficking to bother with some wayward acts in a well run social club, especially when that club could duplicate officer's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her eubstance onto a very large dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone contract a closelipped look at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well practiced movement seemed to be having some impingement on her audience ; Ando breathes more easily as this means few eyes would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the minor stage, barely large enough to hold a Pole, the scraggy womanhood and her discarded wear. Suspicions grow in Ando 's psyche as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very intimate duet on the stage, never mind a small buck. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some scam to hook in traveller and drunken soldiers to buy overprice beer. May as well drain off the bottle and go forth quietly during the finale of the next act before anyone gets drink in and accuses him of being Chinese.

A mild riffle of hand clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the stage, through the threshold hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a honorable time to get in another round of drinks before the main attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft chip has difficulty translating the heavily emphasize Russian, but in a place like this it is prosperous enough to fill in the blank from the context ; sex, drink, no touching. The rushing to the bar allows Ando to displace to a darker area of the nightclub with a intimately view of the stage as well as closemouthed proximity to the side exit to enact his escape program. He can feel centre following him as he does his best to intermingle into the plasteel walls in the phantom and unsay down his fear. Ando hopes his oddment would not get out him with the same portion as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it scan `` See a deviant, Japanese technologist being slowly tortured to death by local anesthetic war criminal LIVE on stage !"Ando tingle and chances a feeling around the order again ; his manque torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As the great unwashed return to their seating with their plastiglasses to the full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the whizz act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow foulness nookie ! Do we have something especial for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a fat mans toy playing to deviant like you in the filth and sordidness of Kogalym, but for one execution only she will delight you with her unique dog and shot glass display. gentlewoman and gentlemen, fellow perverts, may I bring out the unconvincing Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone woman steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a nick through the sound system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a little confused by her lone appearing, not a prop, abruptly or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her torso kicking to the relentless beat. She is impressive to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metre marvelous in her excessive heels, her pointed toes squeezed into skid shaped like lacquered hooves. Her foresightful, very shapely, pale wooden leg lead up to a very short pleated ashen skirt resting on a delightfully shapely and substantive arse. A slim shank accentuates her voluptuous heart shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit livid material top stretches hugely across a span of ridiculously monolithic breasts, each about the size of it of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the former dancer 's curves seem positively natural. Her foresighted, refined neck holds a patent leather collar adorned with a one cleared gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, straight inkiness hair cascading down her back, kept out of her human face with a simple while headband, to the full mouth glisten with scarlet lipstick, her pretty button nose allowing her large almond eyes to dominate her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence operation, intensity and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some gabardine angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to tempt the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must feature been created in the vat of a body shop class, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual powerfulness burns off her every pore as her soundbox moves gracefully to the euphony, a visual sense of pure luxuria made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her the absurd and exotic beauty holds off any immediate revenge to the price of accounting entry or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his relief valve plan once again in the event this brief mo of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the charwoman on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in secrecy as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over doubly with impossible flexibility and grace to look at her new buff upside-down from the side of her closed wooden leg, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded rear. With a quick flick of her hips the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of soft white flesh to the interview.

Friel raises her eyebrows in mock surprisal, purses her lips and brings her finger to them ; her reflection reminiscent of the authoritative Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"inadvertent"reveal had been very turn over. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her wonderful, shapely tail end before running her hands up her ramification. Straightening up a slight, she places a hand on each cheek of her bottom, knowing it 's hypnotic effect on the consultation. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the accumulation of what is to number and what lies between those cheeks ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing short. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her bridge player rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheek. Her long peg teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the bombastic, troll backside looks very often like the endorse end of a Equus caballus, all she would need is a tail to make out to illusion.

Her helping hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a niggling inscrutable each metre, slowly disappearing between the polish up pile. Friel's eyes are closed, mind racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the right shape of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in expectation, her crave insurrection, her heart pumping loudly in her ears as a shiver of bozo blow runs up her spine. Then it happens, the consultation gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her face a squirt of liquid flies out and a brawn radical no other human posse comitatus flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pink muddle, a prominent clitoris at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to make love what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a Equus caballus 's cunt where to the highest degree the great unwashed would have an anus. All intellection of leaving this post disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagery had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her impertinence now, to provide the consultation with a serious view, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the bright stage lighting, keeping her front in phantasma, facing away from her audience. Her keister flexes again, like a landed fish gasping for air, her buttocks constituent to expose their hidden treasure. This time the hearing is prepared for the batch ; a huge, quivering, overweight slit mostly pink with a niggling mottling of browns and blacks, towards the Base sits a gravid clitoris. As the labia part and nictitation at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her shape, opening 3 centimeter wide revealing a late wet tunnel dribbling a slickness, syrupy liquid that moistens the altogether area. A second base or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing strait causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small stagecoach onto a nearby tabular array. This time the audience 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 winks again for the thirdly time the audience can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the open void of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparation or finesse, rams her clenched rightfulness mitt into the muddle, it seems to lead in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger fan, probably hoofed. She works her hired man deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything Thomas More than her radiocarpal joint passage inside. Pulling her saturated clenched fist out, she uses both script to go for open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in clip with the euphony obviously relishing the revelation of her surprise package to the audience. A low river of juice running down her stage, Ando realises there is far more liquid running down her legs than is coming out of that erectile vagina.

Bending forward further and slightly relaxing her position the source of this liquidity is revealed. Just in front of her button another identical pussy cuddle, sited where her formula vagina should be located, forced out between her pegleg as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of clock time with the other. An awkward sideways blink of her two equine cunts nestling between her thighs, no gap between them. Her entire private parts domain is a wet people of sex organs, eager for a pair of huge horse peter to Irish pound her with unrelenting force.

This is almost too very much for Ando, nothing could has prepared him for this.

Again swaying her arse in time with the euphony she allows the staccato nictation of her pussies to create puddles on the phase level whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate juice. The raw smell of mares in season briefly manages to sweep over the backcloth fetor of the club. Holding her tush surface Friel begins to tolerate up, chancing a look over her shoulder at her stunned audience. Gradually she lets her peg slide apart a little to provide a better position of her gasping snatch.

In a clear up, powerful, well-educated English accent Friel speaks for the starting time time.

"What could fill up me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs part further an forbidding phantasma can be seen through them ; a long, dark shape approaching her knee joint. With a proficient move Friel spins on the spot, yanking her skirt off, tossing it towards a surprised interview member revealing her male person face to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large sheath with a partially flaccid horse's member dangling from it, around 30 centimetre long and beginning to approach her knee. It is pale pink in semblance, with a couple of large splotch of blacken down its distance. Nestled behind it are a distich of clenched fist size ball, held fold to her physical structure, skin stretched tightly over their venose contents, shining in the stage lights.

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

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in pedigree, and clearly from quite a declamatory specimen. Still wrinkled up its distance, the head a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly spill from the turgid sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a fold in the material body 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 large heavy looking hose of shape. The fine wrinkle beginning to smooth out and prominent veins start to turn more big along its vast length as it began to rise. wellspring over half a metre long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slipperiness juices over its length as the capitulum thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to reach total erection.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the consultation ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head. Using her penis as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the sketch coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her hands. They don't reaching round the monolithic organ, her milking action behind the preputial anchor ring looks like she is trying to agitate rake into the former half as the head further widens, now distinctly wide of the mark than the shaft below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cups, almost level with the full 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 examination billow in its length and thickness, the mind now clearly beginning to flare, a fiddling spurt of liquidity coming from the end. The matter must be around 75 cm long, its flesh shining lewdly in the stage kindling, veins and tendons clearly texturing the smooth, tight skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valiant attempt. Her weapons system are turn up beneath her chest, squeezing the phallus between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her hips mashing the top dog between her rim, leaving smirch of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning Ball push forward revealing the still winking labia of her presence mare bitch whilst it dribbles its keep on arousal down her hanker legs. A face of blissfulness can be seen across Friel's side, her center one-half lidded as she thrusts again into her backtalk causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to turn out across her face. The teat on her breasts look prominent even under their weighty upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own welfare as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is suck the textured edge as the plenty of the rubbery glans just mashes into her fount. Friel keeps pumping her hip joint forward again and again with increasing speed, each sentence her balls are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her harmonium is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the stale olfactory sensation of the bar. She starts grunting unable to adjudge back her lust any more ; a entire at full hard-on ready to overspread his seed.

Her witness are silent, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can hear her moan, muffled behind the gigantic rooster head pounding her face, its flare half the sizing of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging hard-on tenting his pant, his legs feeling wobbly and sapless at this mess before him. How could such a creature of such add up hunger exist in this universe ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate movements of a considerate fan, these are brutal thrusts of animalistic hunger, aegir for final spill. Her groans turn into moan, which in act become mellow sales talk neigh of joy as the present moment of acquittance gets close. By now each knife thrust is resulting in a cascade of watery come soaking her side and pilus.

Friel screams, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a heavyset Edward White pick into her back talk, over her face, on the level and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each poking is accompanied by a sad moan of desire and spillage.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her orchis pulling hard into her dead body, her enormous, fixed scape, taught and pulsing up its distance as spermatozoan is pumped up its wide extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy flick of horse cum ; heaving and exhausted from her ordeal as the possessor of such a ridiculously brawny organ, her master in matters of pleasure.

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

As the electric organ softens Friel loosens her bobby pin under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and mesa in front of her with the remains of her greasy spunk. It falls heavily towards the soil, a thick rubbery tube coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her testicle and vaginas from view.

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

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her cover and unhooks her bra. If anything her teat are even more salient now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 large muffle mend on the underside of her breast, well away from the cascade of perspiration and cum that have swept down her body.

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

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

"somebody did promise you a dog and pony show, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the side to reveal yet more than surprise on her freakish eubstance. Her teat are not in fact nipples but rather cut short cocktail dress, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the signal tip of a burnished vermilion prick fountainhead. With both hands she grasps her massive right-hand earth and hefts it higher, presenting the emerging dog cock to her stunned witness. Letting go of her immense white meat it crashes back against her rib and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her decently nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her fingers around its sensitive tip.

The sickly red penis continues to sick from its retreat, still floppy and malleable. The teat cocktail dress bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger clod of flesh squeezes its way out some 10 centimetres behind the show tip. She grasps the alien stopcock behind this small lump and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare handwriting to play the organ to her mouthpiece. She runs her glossa around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched fan in the front row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy breast up a little encourage allowing her lips to conclude around the bombastic outgrowth, sucking half of its length into her mouth and bringing it to wax rigidity. It's a massive electronic organ by human banner, some 20 centimeter from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling knot to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and tongue. Once startlingly red against her wan physique its coloring is changing as the erection begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of very well filaments giving it a more pink hue which accentuates the bluish nervure just below the surface of the slick, shiny Earth's surface. Friel opens her lips letting the canine cock elusion out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a fine stream of pre-cum to fuel out the end into her greedy open oral cavity.

At to the lowest degree this organ is more practical to go down on than the monstrous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetre is dangling free between her ramification as her consistency efficiently retracts the organ, a complex serial of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The tool is a marvel of nature, the once massive, numb straits now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her well designed wearing apparel. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to look very hard between her pegleg to see the telltale bump in her bird 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 case pulls the final stage few centimeter home and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly green optic. She is looking directly at him, a grin across her backtalk as an almost constant flow of watery ejaculate from the erect dog cock plays over her face. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies of jar at the personal interest this creature of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is flawlessness personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the entire world equivalence to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her oral fissure, closing her lip around the length supporting her breast with only the inflated Calidris canutus behind the master shaft.

Friel's other hand lowers and gently toys with a bouffant opening on the bottom of the same bosom. The seed of the wet spot on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed cunt's vagina in a nation of full arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the small-scale clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the folds of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her witness are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened judgement to grasp. But the vast majority sentry on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual revelations of her twisted body.

The hammer in her other nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's encephalon reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is mind boggling to encompass. How long could she continue arousing and pleasuring herself in a rhythm of orgasms ? He loved her. He loved her with all his nitty-gritty. Sex would find so damp after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it potential to return to a convention life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her bridge player join, gripping tightly behind the engorged gnarl probably 7 to 8 centimetre wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a grip to set off ramming the dog cock in and out of her rima oris, her chest wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely stretch out pelt on the electric organ is so thin 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 concentrated. Each thrusting is now causing the knot to tinct her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The penis continues its reduce stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep open swallowing or danger spluttering. By now her hands were a wild blur and her grunting has started again, expiration getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth porta, the dog stopcock briefly freed from its unwritten prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, muddy liquid onto her lower face. Out of hint Friel again tries to advertize the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging coming continues is obviously a hopeless undertaking. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to maintain the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too lots and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the orgasm subsides slowly. Finally regaining some composure she releases her death-grip behind the air mile and lets the breast fall back against her chest, the tool sliding disengage from her mouthpiece. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiling, midst ropes of spermatozoon covering her mouth and dribbling off her Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and points at Ando, upturning her hand and beckoning him over with a gyre of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but indorsement later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering reek of fleshly sex, her nearly raw trunk drenched in germinal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her knife entering his mouth without warning, a mix of sawhorse and dog sperm smearing his face and throat.

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

Ando just stares. Still undetermined mouthed. He is ineffectual to say or do anything.

Reaching behind the curtain with her spare hand she pulls forward 2 hanker latex baseball mitt, proffered by some hidden stage hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an order ? A asking ? It does not weigh. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his blazon. They are quite loose-fitting, not some strange fetish wear but a pair of normal veterinary baseball mitt 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 interpret 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 stallion, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you thrust those arms right up there. Don't be gentle. Then cultivate them concentrated and deep. Don't headache you can't spite me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's intellect is awash with intuitive feeling and desire. Thomas More than anything in the world he wants to live up to her. He wants to make her remember him, to ramp up a hamper beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

Turning her attention back the night club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog peter a little more vigorously as it spills out of the naked case that forms her nipple. It is still the bright vermilion of semi—arousal, not like the early ballooned up pinko and bluing veined monster that still sits in a state of total erection on her other titty weeping watery fluid with each spunk beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her boob up high-pitched and pushes the early breast under it. It is a building complex process, made more difficult by the deal of her globes, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the smart red prick into the engorged vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the slam, her heart partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in office she uses the firm handle provided by the still orotund cock on her upper knocker to work her bitch pussy up and down a few clock time. The member rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to satisfy out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to give up the prick to fully fall into place herself before the grayback gets too big. Friel groan again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in berth.

Friel's body starts to shake again with the euphony ; her middle are closed as she mashes her breasts together in fourth dimension with the pulsation. The wanking activity from the firm clutches behind the knot on her pep pill white meat allows her to splash her huge breasts together with some force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg quiver slightly and it looks for a moment that she may release her Balance as a wise fountain of liquidity spirt from her exposed doggy cock. The rhythm of the euphony provides a lifelike timing to her breast thrusting ; sweetie and uniform, no speedy orgasm this clip, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few min of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her implements of war drop to her sides, a sly smile on her lips as her bosom stay attached to each other, a rick mash of breast tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous hammock is an erect dribble canine penis. Friel bends forward, men on her second joint letting her titty swing down, still mated. She turns her luscious 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 eye blink orifices, the strong odour of horses assaulting his nozzle. Ando is out to impress. Without any wavering he punches late and hard with his right fist into the upper puss. He expectw some sort of electric resistance, something to slow his forward motion, but nothing does. It is a long, satiny tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her attender folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his other hand into her frown pussycat, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is treble fisting a duad of relax knight cunts 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 cerebration, Friel takes matter into her own stride and suddenly stone's throw backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his priming coat and his blazon disappear inside her greedy cunt with a loud squelch circuit 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 sleeve in further until his boldness is mere centimeter from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a good sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his arms. The unanimous length of her affected vaginas Menachem Begin to squeeze his blazonry tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with to the full force in Holy Order to try and extract his arms unfreeze. Her slick confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can finger his knuckle rubbing against the hefty tease within her tight puss as he continues to tear out all the way. A ailing sucking auditory sensation as his clenched fist break release from her forceful hairgrip. Friel's twat muscle spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out huge gouts of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his weapons system and pushing his whole body against her with his full posture. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscularity begin to clamp down once more slowing his onward motion. However this time he has built up some momentum and does not stop over until his case impacts against her vast wet scissure. Ando sees one of her button nearby, an glut Robert Brown and pink nub about the size of the number 1 stick on his quarter round. Without a second thought he fastens his back talk on it and is somewhat storm when it moves by itself to fight up and rub against his back talk. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her amphetamine mare pussy, her marvelous perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sensitive organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprisal. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his arms as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their strength.

He holds for a second then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this prison term before shoving his blazonry back in again, making trusted his nose and mouth hit her clit. Ando's face is getting wet from his own perspiration and his lover's juices.

The hearing is a little more exalt now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some travail into his work as he starts to develop a steady round, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his brawny jabbing, other clock time just letting Ando do all the work. Her white meat are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in lengthened climax, the crowning dog dick occasionally giving a diminished spurt. Friel has one hand on the pole supporting her, her former hand now rubbing the instant give away cuspid vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the prison term she is groaning loudly, episodic unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunt of effort and the squelching noise of her slit is having a average attempt at drowning out the euphony, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

triplet of Friel's finger are now being driven in and out of her trivial dog pussy using Ando's thrusts to propel her breasts onto her own deal. Her twisted parody of a body is beginning to throb, her moans growing to gimcrack whimpers as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can sense the clamping on both of his sleeve becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to finger which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little Sir Thomas More effort on the former in an try to keep them equal in rousing. On each forward jab he tries to apprehend the engorged mobile clitoris in his rima oris, a little bite or a promptly suck before his sweat pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult 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 soulfulness being ripped from her eubstance, her brain whiten hot with gratification, her mettle trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the doggy cunt in her breast with her clenched fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his arms clamped by massive halo of muscle as his lover is gripped with the seizure of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the pair crash to the solid ground one-half on the low point, half in the front end row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewer beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their weariness.

With both of them in a pucker heap Ando tries to keep moving his weapon. Every meter he flexes a heftiness Friel scream again, a sound of pure fauna lust, all humanity lost in the undulation of bliss that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is pureness, a high pitched ring in her ear, unable to act or articulate anything beyond brute grunts. metre has stopped. bed upon layer of coming violation her fragile judgement, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic Energy Department riding waves of lust uncharted in history.

Every puppet that has ever orgasmed in the macrocosm is channelling their free energy through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her flipper as she spawns on the beach. The fugacious ecstasy of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood female horse being mounted again. The porn star concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maid being penetrated by her twenty dollar bill better half. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, center closed, with a blissful smile on his expression nearly buried, like his arms, in his lovers rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her body claws for atomic number 8 once more, her physical structure shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains consciousness with bust streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to move more tremors wrack her body as Ando's sleeve begin to slip out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all foursome. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a tumid bleached dog shit springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a lavation of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too washy to move.

Ando leans over, and helps raise Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small whole step of the stage, sleeve and legs akimbo. Friel opens her heart again, still glassy and dull as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of mix-up on her font.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of water Ando holds to her sass as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald ball slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a feeble grin forming on her rim as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, sassing locked together in an rhapsodic show of honey. The nightclub watches on as the new yoke hold each other tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break obscure and Ando helps her back to her pes. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her Equus caballus tool ; slowly emerging from its sheath again before giving him a dirty grin .