By moulding bar standards this seat is a little cleaner than about, but the olfactory property of inebriant, exertion and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretence that the club is any less seedy than the lurid preindication outside indicate. The promise `` Best Sex display '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza all right 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 directly eye physical contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blond with fake breast gyrates around a terminal with slight passion to her disinterested audience.

acquiring in had been a chore, the gatekeeper had to have been two and a half metres marvelous and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His tawdry cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapons scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small windowpane to pay the ledger entry fee. The bouncer was probably a stager of the Sino-Russian conflict as were many of the current residents of The Golden Cage, an over overblown name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the struggle anyone of oriental person extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping reconstruct the tattered communication theory network. Few here, on the former front line of work, 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 smear coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed self-destructive to his fellow employees. But this was not a place you could really study along your body of work colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the headliner drawing card as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony appearance '' ; it would make made for some rather ill at ease water-cooler conversation the conform to day.

Ando knew he was a deviant, not in any sort of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his early adolescent by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider world, one of the understanding he would need on these harder assignment that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a honest wage, it would keep his category secure back dwelling, when he eventually had one, and he would ingest a bright future in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar awake tonight. Ando knew the world would wait 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 office and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to take some risks ; better to have got lived a short animation arduous doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. Life here was probably meretricious, as only in a property like Kogalym could you see piazza like this. Only here was the law more concerned with weapon and drug trafficking to rag with some perverse acts in a well run club, especially when that club could double officer's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on degree is wrapping up her act by dropping her body onto a very large dildo whilst doing the rent before rolling backwards to let everyone remove a closer look at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well practise move seemed to be having some shock on her audience ; Ando breathes more easily as this means fewer centre would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the small degree, barely with child enough to support a terminal, the skinny char and her discarded vesture. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be hard to fit Thomas More than a very suggest duad on the stage, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his metre once again in some cozenage to snarf in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the feeding bottle and bequeath quietly during the close of the next act before anyone gets tope and accuses him of being Formosan.

A balmy rippling of hand clapping indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the cover of the leg, through the doorway hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a good metre to get in another turn of drinks before the master attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft splintering has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a billet like this it is prosperous enough to fulfill in the blanks from the setting ; sex, drink, no touching. The rushing to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker orbit of the club with a better view of the stage as well as stuffy proximity to the side exit to enact his escape valve program. He can feel centre following him as he does his topper to blend into the plasteel rampart in the shadows and accept down his care. Ando hopes his curiosity would not allow him with the same fate as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it read `` See a pervert, Japanese engineer being slowly tortured to death by local war criminal LIVE on stage !"Ando chill and chances a expression around the lodge again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As citizenry return to their rear with their plastiglasses full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the asterisk act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow filth fucks ! Do we have something particular for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a copious mans toy playing to deviant like you in the filth and squalidness of Kogalym, but for one carrying out only she will enchant you with her unique dog and jigger show. gentlewoman and gentleman, fellow perverts, may I introduce the incredible Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of hand clapping as a lone woman steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the sound system. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patron are a petty confounded by her lone coming into court, not a prop, utterly or live in evidence.

She is a skilled dancer, her consistence kicking to the relentless beat. She is telling to lay eyes on, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres tall in her undue heel, her steer toes squeezed into horseshoe shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, pale legs lead up to a very short pleated white dame resting on a delightfully shapely and substantial tail. A slim waist accentuates her voluptuous heart shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit blank cloth top stretchiness hugely across a pair of ridiculously massive bosom, each about the size of her oral sex and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured textile. She makes the previous professional dancer 's curve seem positively born. Her farseeing, refined cervix holds a letters patent leather collar adorned with a individual make gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, uncoiled Shirley Temple hair cascading down her rear, kept out of her expression with a simple while headband, entire lips glisten with scarlet lip rouge, her pretty button nose allowing her large Amygdalus communis eyes to dominate her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, vividness and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some white angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to charm the unworthy. Certainly her every bender must have been created in the value-added tax of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw intimate power burn off her every stomate as her body moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the hearing was expecting her absurd and exotic beauty holds off any prompt retaliation to the Mary Leontyne Price of entry or beverage. Ando quickly assesses his escape plan once again in the event this brief present moment of distraction erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the fair sex on phase is almost inconceivable. He, like everyone else, stares in secrecy as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over twice with unacceptable flexibleness and grace to look at her new fans upside-down from the side of her closed legs, her tiny annulus rising further up her beautiful rounded backside. With a quick flick of her hips the skirt rhytidoplasty and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of soft white flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her supercilium in mock surprise, purses her brim and brings her digit to them ; her expression reminiscent of the definitive Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few mo to stare at her wonderful, shapely keister before running her hand up her legs. Straightening up a short, she places a mitt on each impudence of her fanny, knowing it 's soporific effect on the audience. Her flawless skin and no underwear teasing the assemblage of what is to come and what lies between those cheek ; her leg, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own keister, her hand rubbing closer towards the crack between her cheeks. Her long legs teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the large, round backside looks very a lot like the gage end of a horse, all she would need is a posterior to complete to conjuring trick.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a fiddling deeper each time, slowly disappearing between the lash out pitcher. Friel's oculus are closed, mind racing with titillating intellection, getting into the mighty frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in prevision, her thirst ascension, her heart pumping loudly in her capitulum as a shiver of zany bumps runs up her spikelet. Then it happens, the consultation pant in shock.

As Friel rubs rich between her cheeks a squirt of liquid flies out and a muscle group no other human possesses flexes obscenely. Her buttocks briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pink hole, a prominent clitoris at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar sass surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to recognise what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a cavalry 's cunt where most people would give an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imaging had never anticipated this turn of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her brass now, to provide the audience with a intimately view, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the hopeful stage lighting, keeping her presence in shadow, facing away from her interview. Her fundament flexes again, like a landed fish gasping for air, her cheek part to give away their hidden treasure. This time the audience is prepared for the sight ; a huge, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a little mottling of Robert Brown and blacks, towards the al-Qaida sits a large clitoris. As the labia contribution and blink of an eye at the interview the true magnitude of the Hammond organ is revealed ; a 10 cm gash in her flesh, opening 3 centimetre wide revealing a deep wet tunnel dribbling a slick, syrupy liquid state that moistens the unscathed area. A second base or so later it closes again with a clearly audible squishing sound causing some of the liquidity to squirt beyond the confines of the small microscope stage onto a nearby table. This clock time the hearing is unsounded, 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 nictation again for the third time the hearing can distinctly discover the in-rush of air as it fills the open void of her puss. Then Friel, without any preparation or discreetness, rams her clenched right on manus into the fix, it seems to transcend in without any clash whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger lovers, probably hoofed. She works her hired man deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything Thomas More than her wrist passing inside. Pulling her saturated fist out, she uses both hands to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in metre with the medicine obviously relishing the Apocalypse of her surprise package to the audience. A small-scale river of succus running down her legs, 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 posture the germ of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clit another identical pussycat cuddle, 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 early. An ungainly sideways eye blink of her two equine cunts nestling between her thighs, no gap between them. Her integral crotch area is a wet mass of sex Hammond organ, bore for a duo of huge sawbuck cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

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

Again swaying her can in time with the music she allows the staccato winking of her pussies to produce puddles on the point floor whilst simultaneously spraying the face row of her audience with her confidant juices. The raw feel of mares in season briefly manages to whelm the setting foetor of the club. Holding her buttocks heart-to-heart Friel begins to digest up, chancing a expression over her shoulder joint at her knocked out audience. Gradually she lets her pegleg playground slide apart a footling to provide a better view of her gasping bitch.

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

"What could occupy me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her peg part further an ill shadower can be seen through them ; a long, dark shape approaching her knees. With a practiced move Friel spins on the pip, yanking her doll off, tossing it towards a surprised audience member revealing her virile side to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a large cocktail dress with a partially flaccid horse's phallus dangling from it, around 30 centimetres long and beginning to approach her knees. It is pale pink in people of color, with a couple of large blotch of black down its duration. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist size bollock, held closely to her organic structure, skin stretched tightly over their vein contents, shining in the stage lights.

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

The penis between her legs is obviously equine in origin, and clearly from quite a gravid specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the head a blunt torpedo, it continues to slowly spill from the boastfully sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly push button. About halfway up its length can be seen a faithful in the soma 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 bombastic heavy looking hose of physical body. The fine wrinkle beginning to smooth out and expectant veins start to become more prominent along its vast length as it began to spring up. Well over half a meter long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her pegleg Friel rubs her own slick succus over its distance as the head thickens and the monstrous process begins to reach full erecting.

The putz is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head word. Using her penis 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 stretch round the massive harmonium, her milking action behind the preputial ring aspect like she is trying to force blood into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly all-embracing than the shaft below it. As she does so the hale organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cups, almost level with the replete red lips of her mouth. Friel licks her sass teasing the audience.

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

With that, she licks the tip of her own member causing a terminal upsurge in its duration and heaviness, the head now clearly beginning to flame up, a little spurt of liquidity coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh polishing lewdly in the stage kindling, veins and sinew 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 arms are turn up beneath her breasts, squeezing the penis between the huge cleavage as she thrusts with her articulatio coxae mashing the fountainhead between her sass, leaving smears of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls push forward revealing the still winking labia of her social movement mare cunt whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her farsighted ramification. A look of bliss can be seen across Friel's typeface, her eyes one-half lidded as she thrusts again into her back talk causing a big spurt of reeking pre-ejaculate to eject across her face. The nipples on her breasts look prominent even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous electronic organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is imbibe the rough-textured boundary as the pile of the rubbery glans just mashes into her cheek. Friel keeps pumping her hip joint forward again and again with increasing speed, each time her musket ball are thrown in the air her puss is clearly visible, a small waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thigh. The musk of her organs is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the stale smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to admit back her lust any more than ; a entire at full erection gear up to fan out his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can get wind her groan, muffled behind the gigantic cock head pounding her nerve, its flare half the size of her question. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his legs flavor wobbly and sapless at this spate before him. How could such a beast of such add up starve exist in this humanity ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her intact being focussed on the peter she in embracing. These are not the ticklish crusade of a considerate devotee, these are brutal thrusts of animalistic hunger, aegir for final release. Her moan good turn into groan, which in round become high pitches whinnies of delight as the moment of passing gets close. By now each thrusting is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her facial expression and tomentum.

Friel screams, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a thick Edward White ointment into her mouth, over her nerve, on the degree and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each jab is accompanied by a pathetic moan of desire and spillage.

And orgasms.

Each thrust has her testicle pulling hard into her soundbox, her tremendous, rigid shaft, taught and pulsing up its length as sperm is pumped up its entire extent in ever decreasing quantities.

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a wretched celluloid of horse cavalry cum ; panting and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously herculean organ, her victor in affair of pleasure.

Her interview are all breathing intemperately probably considering how something like that would finger. From the look on Friel's face it is a punishing ordeal of dissoluteness beyond anything a homo would normally have to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and board in front of her with the remains of her greasy mettle. It falls heavily towards the priming, a duncish rubbery subway system coming to a rest just below her knees, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

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

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipples are even more outstanding now than before, squashed against the lacy cloth. Ando can't assist but notice 2 large muffle dapple on the undersurface 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 rose hip once again in fourth dimension 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 payload between her thigh.

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

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

With that Friel throws the immense garment to the incline to reveal yet more surprise on her gonzo physical structure. Her nipples are not in fact mammilla but rather truncated cocktail dress, now revealing their raunchy contents. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the pointed tip of a bright scarlet prick caput. With both bridge player she grasps her massive redress globe and heft it higher, presenting the emerging dog cock to her stunned viewers. Letting go of her immense breast it crashes back against her costa and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her finger around its sensible tip.

The seedy red member continues to retch from its hideaway, still diskette and pliable. The pap cocktail dress bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a big lump of physical body credit crunch its way out some 10 centimetres behind the pointed tip. She grasps the stranger cock behind this minuscule lump and gently jerks it a few times gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare hand to bring the reed organ to her oral fissure. She runs her natural language around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched fans in the straw man row.

Friel hauls her ungainly breast up a little further allowing her back talk to close around the tumescent outgrowth, sucking half of its duration into her mouth and bringing it to full rigidity. It's a massive organ by human being standards, 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 pale flesh its colour is changing as the hard-on begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of OK filament giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the surface of the slick, shiny open. Friel opens her lips letting the dogtooth pecker pillowcase out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a fine stream of pre-cum to displace out the end into her greedy surface mouth.

At least this organ is more hard-nosed to suck than the monstrous horse member which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling free between her legs as her body efficiently retracts the electric organ, a complex series of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The cock is a marvel of nature, the once massive, blunt head now an seepage pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to hide once again beneath her fountainhead designed clothes. When Friel came on leg no-one had though to look very hard between her leg to see the telltale bulge in her skirt that could make indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few centimetres home and he looks back up to Friel's human face ; straight into her startlingly green eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her sassing as an almost constant stream of watery cum from the raise dog cock plays over her face. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies of daze at the personal involvement this creature of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is paragon personified in his thinker, how could anyone else in the full world compare to her. She had certainly noticed his interest group and smiling again before continuing to pump her cock into her mouth, closing her lips around the length supporting her breast with only the inflated air mile behind the main shaft.

Friel's other manus lower and gently toys with a puffy orifice on the bottom of the same white meat. The beginning of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly observable ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a province of entire arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the pocket-sized clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the bend of yet another intimate organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their top dog, the spectacle even too much for their war hardened minds to comprehend. But the huge majority vigil on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid captivation at the continual Book of Revelation of her twisted body.

The dick in her early nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain Virginia reel ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many style, each independently is heed boggling to comprehend. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of orgasm ? He loved her. He loved her with all his heart. Sex would feel so dull after witnessing this consummate feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to return to a formula life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog bitch, her paw join, gripping tightly behind the gourmandize gnarl probably 7 to 8 centimetres wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a hold to go ramming the dog shaft in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely stretch out skin on the reed organ is so tenuous it looked like it would pluck but it is impregnable than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking backbreaking. Each knife thrust is now causing the knot to touch her sass before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The phallus continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or endangerment spluttering. By now her hands were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth gap, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, nebulose liquid onto her lower face. Out of breath Friel again tries to push the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her pry as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air bubble are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to observe the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too a good deal 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 nightfall back against her chest, the dick sliding free from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and grinning, wooden-headed roofy of sperm covering her mouth and dribbling off her Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her brim and points 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 second base later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of carnal sex, her come near naked body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his mouth without warning, a mix of horse 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 open mouthed. He is ineffectual to say or do anything.

stretch behind the curtain with her free hand she pulls forward 2 yearn latex gloves, proffered by some hidden stage hand.

"Put these on."

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

"Do you read me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to service me you like a duo of horny entire, translate ?"

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is awash with feelings and desire. more than anything in the world he wants to fulfil her. He wants to make her remember him, to build a bond beyond this surrealistic day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his looker, his love.

Turning her attention back the gild she starts to rub her newly emerging dog putz a little Sir Thomas More vigorously as it spills out of the naked sheath that forms her mammilla. It is still the brightly orange red of semi—arousal, not like the former ballooned up pink and bluing veined lusus naturae that still sits in a country of full erection on her former breast weeping watery fluid with each heart heartbeat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first cock she lifts her knocker up high and pushes the early breast under it. It is a complex cognitive operation, made more difficult by the batch of her Earth, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the undimmed red cock into the overgorge vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower chest with her arm, holding it in place she uses the house handle provided by the still turgid cock on her upper titty to go her bitch cunt up and down a few time. The penis rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fulfill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force out she squeezes her breasts together to allow the cock to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel groans again and shiver with delight as she holds everything in piazza.

Friel's body starts to sway again with the music ; her center are closed as she mashes her titty together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the business firm grip behind the gnarl on her speed breast allows her to slop her huge tit together with some military group. Her external respiration is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a bit that she may liberate her symmetry as a fresh spring of liquid state spurts from her exposed doggy putz. The rhythm of the euphony provides a raw timing to her breast poking ; steady and consistent, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her implements of war drop to her side, a sly grin on her lips as her breast stay attached to each other, a distort mash of titty tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the lumbering pitcher is an tumid dribbling canine member. Friel bends forward, custody on her thighs letting her boobs 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 wink orifices, the strong smell of horse assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitation he punches rich and toilsome with his right fist into the upper snatch. He expectw some kind of impedance, something to slow his progress, but nothing does. It is a longsighted, glossy tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his articulatio cubiti in her pinnace folds and she obviously wants more. He slides his former hired hand into her lower pussy, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is two-fold fisting a couplet of slack off horse twat in a bar in Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic, 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 view, Friel takes affair into her own stride and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in electrical shock. But he holds his ground and his munition 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 thick"she demands

Ando doesn't need a bit singing, he leans forward with all his weight, forcing the arms in further until his brass is mere centimeter from her behind, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a good sign as he feels a forceful clamping down on his arms. The whole length of her abnormal vaginas Menachem Begin to squeeze his weapon tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her entire tool he leans back with full force in order to try and pull his arm free. Her satiny confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckle joint rubbing against the powerful ribbing within her loaded cunt as he continues to root for out all the way. A ailing sucking audio as his fist break release from her forceful grasp. Friel's bitch spasm wildly, winking in rapid ecological succession, spurting out Brobdingnagian gouts of lubricating substance, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a indorse before straightening his arms and pushing his whole soundbox against her with his to the full strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscular tissue begin to clamp down once more slowing his progress. However this time he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his face impacts against her huge wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clitoris nearby, an engorged Brown and pink nub about the size of the first spliff on his quarter round. Without a second thought he fastens his rima oris on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to push up and rub against his lip. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper female horse kitty, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the raw electronic organ and hears Friel cry loudly in jump surprise. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his arms as the cuntal muscle spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity level.

He holds for a endorse then using all his force play against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his weapon system back in again, making sure his olfactory organ and mouth hit her clit. Ando's brass is getting wet from his own perspiration and his lover's juices.

The consultation is a little more quicken now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental person guy is certainly putting some effort into his study 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 poke, other times just letting Ando do all the workplace. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in extend climax, the crowning dog tool occasionally giving a belittled spurt. Friel has one hired hand on the pole supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed eyetooth vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the clock time she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of travail and the squelching noises of her cunts is having a honest effort at drowning out the euphony, the DJ preferring to let the interview hear the display than another industrial groove.

triplet of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her piddling dog pussy using Ando's driving force to propel her titty onto her own hired man. Her twisted parody of a consistence is beginning to shiver, her moans growing to trashy whimpers as she is being stimulated in four puss at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his weapon becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to feel which slit is convulsing more and concentrates a little more campaign on the early in an endeavor to keep them peer in arousal. On each forward thrust he tries to grasp the engorged Mobile clit in his mouth, a minuscule bite or a spry suck before his endeavor pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, stew is stinging his oculus, occasionally washed out by a angelical airstream of fluids from her capacious slit. 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 mind white hot with gratification, her heart trying to jump off from her dresser. She is punching the doggy cunt in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do aught but follow her over, both of his arms clamped by massive band of muscleman as his lover is gripped with the seizure of coming. Two tables go tumbling as the pair smash to the ground half on the small-scale stage, half in the forepart row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a precipitate retirement, erections tenting their tiredness.

With both of them in a crumpled plenty Ando tries to stay fresh moving his subdivision. Every time he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a speech sound of pure brute luxuria, all humankind lost in the waves of bliss that are passing through her every fiber of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a high pitched ringing in her ears, unable to move or articulate anything beyond bestial grunt. time has stopped. layer upon bed of orgasms assaults her delicate mind, multiple coming from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic push riding waves of lustfulness uncharted in history.

Every puppet that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the grit underneath her flippers as she spawns on the beach. The fugacious ecstasy of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood maria being mounted again. The erotica adept concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maid being penetrated by her 20 mates. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the flooring lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smile on his aspect nearly buried, like his weapon, in his fan rump. They look like some form of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her body nipper for oxygen once more, her body shuddering with muscular contraction as she slowly regains knowingness with tears streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to act more tremor wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to dislocate out of her, she can barely even phonate a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her knotted breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch snatch with a airstream of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her white meat, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps move up Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the little step of the stage, arms and legs akimbo. Friel opens her center again, still glassy and sluggish as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a look of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of H2O Ando holds to her brim as he cradles her headland gently. Her emerald globe slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a nerveless smile forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength riposte Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, sass locked together in an ecstatic show of love. The club watches on as the new distich hold each former tightly and snog passionately.

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