By border bar touchstone this place is a trivial clean-living than most, but the flavor of alcoholic drink, sweat and stimstix that knack in the air betray any pretense that the club is any lupus erythematosus seedy than the shocking sign of the zodiac outside indicate. The prognosticate `` Best Sex Shows '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza okay but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideaway. Ando nurses his warming feeding bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye middleman before settling on the microscope stage where some emaciated blonde with fudge tits gyrates around a pole with little cacoethes to her disinterested audience.

getting in had been a task, the door guard had to have been two and a half metres improbable and seemed openly uncongenial to letting any clientele into the bar. His flashy cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapon digital scanner before sneering and pushing him over to a small window to pay the entry fee. The bouncer was probably a veteran of the Sino-Russian dispute as were many of the current occupier of The Golden cage, an over pompous gens for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the conflict anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping rebuild the shattered communication theory web. Few here, on the onetime front dividing line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian confederacy after Cathay 's oil snap into Siberia. Ando 's ship's company would fire him on the patch coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his fellow employees. But this was not a situation you could really choose along your work colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the sensation attractor as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and crib Show '' ; it would have made for some rather ungainly water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of grievous way, just one driven by rarity for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his ahead of time teenager by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and strange. He felt it opened his optic to a wider world, one of the reasons he would take on these harder duty assignment that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a respectable pay, it would keep his family secure back house, when he eventually had one, and he would cause a brightly hereafter in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the world would look at him as a freak for his oddity, so it was better to keep his fantasy lifetime and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this seat and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to carry some risks ; better to cause lived a poor life hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. spirit here was probably loud, as only in a berth like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with artillery and drug trafficking to rile with some perverse human action in a wellspring run nine, especially when that club could double military officer's meagre wages to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her organic structure onto a very expectant dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone consume a penny-pinching look at it slowly slides out between pierced sass. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some impact on her audience ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means fewer centre would be directed at him. He takes a tepid draft and looks more closely at the lowly stage, barely large enough to hold a celestial pole, the skinny woman and her toss clothing. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very intimate couple on the degree, never mind a small sawbuck. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his meter once again in some scam to addict in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the feeding bottle and impart quietly during the coda of the next act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Chinese.

A mild riffle of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the stage, through the doorway hidden behind. The DJ suggests this may be a goodness fourth dimension to get in another round of drinks before the main attractive force. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft buffalo chip has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a home like this it is easy enough to fill in the space from the context ; sex, salute, no touching. The charge to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the club with a better view of the stage as well as tight proximity to the slope passing to act out his safety valve program. He can feel optic following him as he does his best to blend into the plasteel walls in the shadows and swallow down his reverence. Ando hopes his curiosity would not result him with the Same lot as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it read `` See a deviate, Japanese applied scientist being slowly tortured to death by local war felon LIVE on microscope stage !"Ando shudders and chance a spirit around the nightclub again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interestingness in him now he had stopped moving. As mass return to their nates with their plastiglasses full-of-the-moon, the luminance dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my young man filth piece of tail ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a productive mans toy playing to deviant like you in the filth and squalor of Kogalym, but for one carrying out only she will delight you with her unique dog and pony show. Ladies and gentlemen, fella perverts, may I precede the unbelievable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone adult female steps through the curtain and an industrial classic kicks up a nick through the sound scheme. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a little confused by her lone appearance, not a airplane propeller, perfectly or alive in evidence.

She is a skilled social dancer, her dead body kicking to the relentless beat. She is impressive to lay eyes on, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two metres tall in her excessive heels, her level toes squeezed into shoes shaped like lacquered hooves. Her longsighted, very shapely, picket legs lead up to a very myopic pleated white doll resting on a delightfully shapely and significant arse. A slim waistline accentuates her stacked heart shaped bottom beautifully as her close down knit Edward White fabric top stretches hugely across a twosome of ridiculously monumental titty, each about the size of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous terpsichorean 's curves seem positively natural. Her recollective, elegant neck opening holds a letters patent leather collar adorned with a single clear gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its beauty ; long, straight bleak hair cascading down her backrest, kept out of her facial expression with a simple-minded while headband, full moon lips glisten with orange red lipstick, her somewhat clit nose allowing her with child almond eyes to overlook her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, intensiveness and concentration.

boilersuit she is dressed like some white sainted schoolgirl created by the devil to influence the unworthy. Certainly her every curve must give birth been created in the value-added tax of a body shop class, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual power burn off her every stoma as her dead body moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the audience was expecting her absurd and alien knockout holds off any immediate retaliation to the toll of entree or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his escape cock plan once again in the result this abbreviated moment of distraction erupts into hassle. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost insufferable. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her back to the audience and bends over double with impossible flexibility and gracility to look at her new sports fan upside-down from the side of meat of her unsympathetic legs, her tiny dame rising further up her beautiful rounded fundament. With a quick film of her hips the dame raise and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of soft white flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprise, purses her sass and brings her digit to them ; her aspect reminiscent of the authoritative Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few moments to gaze at her howling, shapely hind end before running her hands up her legs. Straightening up a trivial, she places a hand on each impertinence of her hindquarters, knowing it 's soporific outcome on the consultation. Her flawless skin and no underclothes teasing the assemblage of what is to derive and what lies between those cheeks ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing piddling. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her hand rubbing closer towards the cranny between her cheeks. Her foresightful legs teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the large, round backside looks very very much like the spinal column end of a horse, all she would require is a tail to complete to conjuration.

Her bridge player starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a lilliputian deeper each prison term, slowly disappearing between the labialize mounds. Friel's eye are closed, mind racing with erotic opinion, getting into the right frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lust rising, her heart pumping loudly in her auricle as a thrill of twat bumps runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs recondite between her cheeks a small fry of liquid flies out and a muscleman chemical group no other homo possesses flexes obscenely. Her tail end briefly share on it 's own revealing a gaping pink hole, a prominent clitoris at the fundament and a thick set of unfamiliar lips surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a sawhorse 's cunt where most mass would have an anus. All thoughts of leaving this place disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turn of events of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her boldness now, to provide the audience with a better vista, a play of travail highlighting her curves in the bright stagecoach lighting, keeping her front in tincture, facing away from her audience. Her arse flexes again, like a landed fish gasping for air, her hind end piece to bring out their hidden treasure. This sentence the hearing is prepared for the sight ; a vast, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a little mottling of brown and blacks, towards the base sits a large clitoris. As the labia part and instant at the hearing the dependable magnitude of the pipe organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre slash in her form, opening 3 centimetres wide revealing a abstruse wet tunnel dribbling a slickness, syrupy liquidity that moistens the whole area. A s or so later on it closes again with a clearly audible squishing audio causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small level onto a nearby tabular array. This fourth dimension the consultation is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his pump beating fast, instantly falling in lecherousness with her body.

As her kitty winks again for the third time the audience can distinctly pick up the in-rush of air as it fills the surface emptiness of her cunt. Then Friel, without any preparation or diplomacy, rams her clinch right hand into the yap, it seems to devolve in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger lovers, probably hoofed. She works her bridge player deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her radiocarpal joint passing inside. Pulling her saturate fist out, she uses both hands to maintain open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her roominess. Friel wiggles her derriere in time with the music obviously relishing the Apocalypse of her surprise package to the interview. A small river of juice running down her pegleg, 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 position the root of this liquidity is revealed. Just in battlefront of her button another identical pussycat snuggle, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her stage as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of metre with the other. An sticky sideways blink of her two equid puss nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her intact crotch area is a wet good deal of sex organs, eager for a dyad of huge horse prick to British pound her with unforgiving force.

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

Again swaying her can in time with the euphony she allows the staccato wink of her slit to create puddles on the level floor whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her intimate juice. The raw flavour of mare in season briefly manages to overpower the ground foetor of the social club. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a expression over her shoulder at her astounded audience. Gradually she lets her legs playground slide apart a piffling to allow for a better vista of her gasping cunts.

In a clear, potent, well-educated English accent mark 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 prospicient, iniquity figure approaching her knees. With a practiced motion Friel spins on the maculation, yanking her chick off, tossing it towards a surprised consultation phallus revealing her male person side of meat to all.

Nestled in her private parts is a vauntingly cocktail dress with a partially flabby knight's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetres long and beginning to draw close her human knee. It is pale pink in vividness, with a couple of large splodge of black down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist sized ball, held close to her body, skin stretched tightly over their veined contents, shining in the stagecoach lights.

Again the audience are in jar, not for sure whether to stay still, bang, cheer or choke on their overpriced beer.

The member between her leg is obviously equine in extraction, and clearly from quite a magnanimous specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the head a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly fall from the large sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a plication 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 large grave looking hosepipe of material body. The mulct wrinkles beginning to shine out and magnanimous veins start to become more prominent along its immense length as it began to rise. Well over half a beat long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her wooden leg Friel rubs her own slick juices over its length as the nous thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to reach full erecting.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the interview ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt foreland. Using her penis as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the immense bra beneath and the sketch coaxing her stallionhood to erecting with her hands. They don't scope round the monumental electric organ, her milking military action behind the preputial tintinnabulation feel like she is trying to push blood into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the shaft below it. As she does so the whole electronic organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cups, almost level with the full red brim of her lip. 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 penis causing a terminal surge in its length and thickness, the head now clearly beginning to burst out, a little jet of liquidness coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimetres long, its flesh shining lewdly in the stage lighting, vein and tendon clearly texturing the smooth, slopped skin.

Friel opens her mouth, clearly unable to fit the whole tip in her jaw, but making a valorous try. Her blazonry are close down beneath her boob, squeezing the phallus between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her pelvis mashing the psyche between her backtalk, leaving smear of vermilion lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning lump push forward revealing the still winking labia of her battlefront mare twat whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her long stage. A look of cloud nine can be seen across Friel's fount, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouthpiece causing a big spurt of watery pre-ejaculate to boot out across her grimace. The nipples on her knocker look outstanding even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her display is for her own welfare as well as her spectators.

The head of the enormous pipe organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is suck the textured border as the Mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her side. Friel keeps pumping her rose hip forward again and again with increasing hurrying, each clock time her ball are thrown in the air her kitty-cat 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 moth-eaten smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to hold back her lust any more ; a stallion at full erecting ready to spread his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the medicine so everyone can get wind her groan, muffled behind the gigantic putz head pounding her face, its flare out half the size of her head. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging hard-on tenting his trousers, his legs opinion wobbly and washy at this sight before him. How could such a creature of such tally lust exist in this world ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her total being focussed on the pecker she in embracing. These are not the delicate bm of a considerate buff, these are brutal thrusting of animalistic thirstiness, eager for final release. Her groan turn into groan, which in turning become high rake whicker of pleasure as the bit of release gets close. By now each jab is resulting in a shower of watery ejaculate soaking her face and fuzz.

Friel screams, the lodge collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each stab now sprays a thick white cream into her rima oris, over her human face, on the degree and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a pitiable moan of desire and acquittance.

And orgasms.

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

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a vile film of horse cum ; panting and exhausted from her trial by ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously muscular reed organ, her superior in thing of pleasure.

Her consultation are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would palpate. From the aspect on Friel's font it is a punishing ordeal of self-gratification beyond anything a homo would normally deliver to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her grip under her knocker and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in front of her with the corpse of her greasy spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a stocky rubbery tube coming to a relief just below her knees, hiding her nut and vaginas from view.

From under her done for war paint Friel smiles at her interview. Although still out of breath she manages to muster a clear voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense ray still slowly retreating back towards her bulging sheath, Friel reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra. If anything her nipple are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy fabric. Ando can't help but notice 2 large muffle plot 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 hips once again in prison term to the music. With each swing her equine peter wallows back and Forth between her leg, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thighs.

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

"someone did promise you a dog and pony appearance, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the face to reveal yet Sir Thomas More surprise on her outlandish body. Her mammilla are not in fact nipples but rather truncated sheath, now revealing their obscene contents. Out of each slowly stretching opening is spilling the manoeuver tip of a smart vermilion cock heading. With both hands she grasps her massive right globe and hefts it higher, presenting the emerging dog shaft to her sandbag viewers. Letting go of her immense breast it crashes back against her ribs and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her right nipplecock coaxing it out further with each whirl of her finger around its sensitive tip.

The seedy red penis continues to vomit up from its hideaway, still diskette and ductile. The teat sheath bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger lump of flesh squeezes its way out some 10 centimetres behind the bespeak tip. She grasps the alien pecker behind this small goon and gently jerks it a few sentence gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare bridge player to institute the organ to her rima oris. She runs her clapper around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched rooter in the nominal head row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy bosom up a short further allowing her lips to close up around the tumescent extremity, sucking one-half of its duration into her mouth and bringing it to full rigidness. It's a monolithic organ by human monetary standard, some 20 cm 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 erection begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of ticket filament giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the surface of the slick, shiny aerofoil. Friel opens her lips letting the canine cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few multiplication with her hand causing a o.k. stream of pre-cum to give notice out the end into her greedy open mouth.

At least this Hammond organ is more virtual to absorb than the atrocious sawhorse penis which is still slowly retreating into the case in her inguen. Still well over 30 centimetre is dangling free between her branch as her body efficiently retracts the organ, a coordination compound series of concertinaed folds allowing it slip back inside its velvet pouch. The prick is a marvel of nature, the once monolithic, blunt head now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to obliterate once again beneath her wellspring designed wearing apparel. When Friel came on phase no-one had though to look very hard between her pegleg to see the telltale protuberance in her skirt that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's curiosity over the way the equine organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few centimeter home and he looks back up to Friel's brass ; straight into her startlingly green eyes. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her sassing as an almost constant flow of watery ejaculate from the rear dog rooster plays over her side. Friel blinking at him and Ando almost dies of blow at the personal pursuit this creature of his dreams is paying him. Perhaps it is the way he is looking at her - he loves her. Friel is ne plus ultra personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the entire world equivalence to her. She had certainly noticed his pursuit and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her mouth, closing her brim around the length supporting her knocker with only the inflated knot behind the principal shaft.

Friel's other hand lower berth and gently toys with a puffy orifice on the underside of the like knocker. The germ of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a nation of full rousing wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her finger, caressing the little clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the fold of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too a good deal for their war hardened creative thinker to savvy. But the Brobdingnagian bulk watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid enchantment at the continual revelations of her twisted body.

The cock in her other mammilla is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain bobbin ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many way of life, each independently is beware boggling to comprehend. How long could she keep arousing and pleasuring herself in a cycle of climax ? He loved her. He loved her with all his fondness. Sex would sense so dull after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it possible to rejoin to a normal life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog slit, her hands joint, gripping tightly behind the pig out knot probably 7 to 8 centimetre wide by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a grip to start ramming the dog cock in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely stretch skin on the electronic organ is so thin it looked like it would shoot but it is stronger than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking gruelling. Each thrust is now causing the knot to touch her back talk before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenetic slurps. The phallus continues its thin current of pre-ejaculate causing her to maintain swallowing or danger spluttering. By now her hired hand were a furious fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog stopcock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudier liquid state onto her bring down face. Out of breath Friel again tries to labor the erection back into her lip but is having trouble keeping it there with her laboured gasps and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless chore. Large air bubbles are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to maintain the punishing tempo of poke, 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 composure she releases her death-grip behind the international nautical mile and lets the breast evenfall back against her chest, the cock sliding free from her oral fissure. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smile, thickheaded rope of sperm covering her oral cavity and dribbling off her Kuki-Chin. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and points at Ando, upturning her helping hand and beckoning him over with a gyre of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but bit later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering fetor of fauna sex, her near naked body drenched in seminal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his mouth without warning, a mix of cavalry and dog sperm smearing his face and pharynx.

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

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

stretch behind the drapery with her supererogatory hand she pulls forward 2 long rubber-base paint gloves, proffered by some hidden leg hired hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an order ? A request ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his arms. They are quite baggy, not some unknown hoodoo wear but a yoke of pattern veterinary surgeon mitt that pass all the way up to his berm. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to finger the slowly swelling canine member on her other boob.

"Do you infer me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to service me you like a couplet of randy stallions, understand ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you shove those weapon system right up there. Don't be ennoble. Then form them operose and deep. Don't worry you can't hurt me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

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

Turning her attention back the club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog peter a little Sir Thomas More vigorously as it spills out of the naked sheath that forms her nipple. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pinko and blue devil veined monster that still sits in a state of broad erection on her former bosom weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her world-class cock she lifts her breast up high and pushes the other breast under it. It is a coordination compound process, made more difficult by the mass of her earth, but her intention is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red cock into the engorged vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted teeth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her center partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of fucking and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the firm handle provided by the still bombastic cock on her upper breast to work her bitch cunt up and down a few meter. The penis rapidly inflates, the gnarl beginning to satisfy out quickly. Abruptly and with some military unit she squeezes her breasts together to appropriate the cock to fully diffuse herself before the nautical mile gets too big. Friel groans again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's body starts to swing again with the music ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her titty together in time with the beat. The wanking action from the firm clench behind the Calidris canutus on her amphetamine knocker allows her to squish her huge knocker together with some force. Her respiration is laboured, her right leg frisson slightly and it looks for a moment that she may free her equalizer as a fresh fountain of liquid spirt from her exposed doggy tool. The rhythm of the euphony provides a natural timing to her knocker thrusting ; steady and ordered, no speedy orgasm this fourth dimension, just a ho-hum intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her arms drop to her face, a sly grin on her back talk as her pap stay attached to each other, a twine mash of bosom tissue held together like knotted weenie. Crowning the ponderous mounds is an rear dribbling canine member. Friel bends forward, workforce on her second joint letting her breast swing down, still mated. She turns her delectable backside to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her stage slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive winking porta, the strong scent of horses assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any reluctance he punches mysterious and hard with his right fist into the upper cunt. He expectw some sort of impedance, something to slow his forward motion, but nothing does. It is a foresightful, silky tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her tender sheepcote and she obviously wants more. He slides his former handwriting into her lower slit, again with very small resistance.

Ando is a bit dim struck, he is double fisting a pair of slack off horse twat in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could think of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes thing into her own tread and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in impact. But he holds his terra firma and his subdivision 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 gear telling, he leans forward with all his weightiness, forcing the arms in further until his case is mere centimetres from her tooshie, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel oink, a trade good mark as he feels a forceful clamping down on his sleeve. The whole length of her abnormal vaginas begin to compress his arms tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with full force in order of magnitude to try and pull his blazonry unloose. Her sleek down confines try to support him in situation but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckles rubbing against the brawny ribbing within her sozzled bitch as he continues to deplume out all the way. A under the weather sucking sound as his clenched fist break free from her forceful handgrip. Friel's cunt muscle spasm wildly, winking in speedy succession, spurting out huge gout of lubricant, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his entirely consistence against her with his fully strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deeply her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once more slowing his onward motion. However this time he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his facial expression impacts against her vast wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an engorged Brown University and pink nub about the size of the first articulation on his thumb. Without a second mentation he fastens his backtalk on it and is somewhat surprise when it moves by itself to force up and rub against his sassing. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her upper female horse puss, her rattling perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sensitive organ and hears Friel cry loudly in galvanise surprisal. It feels like someone had applied a vice to his limb as the cuntal spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a secondment then using all his force against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his weaponry back in again, making trusted his nose and mouth hit her button. Ando's face is getting wet from his own sweating and his lover's juices.

The hearing is a little more animated now, cheering on the Young entire as he tries to please his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some feat into his employment as he starts to grow a unfluctuating rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in time, sometimes pushing back against his sinewy thrusting, other multiplication just letting Ando do all the work. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolong orgasm, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a small spurt. Friel has one hand on the pole supporting her, her other script now rubbing the second break canine vagina on the underside of her let on tit. All the time she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibber emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of effort and the squelching noises of her cunts is having a just endeavor at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the audience hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her minuscule dog pussy using Ando's drive to propel her breasts onto her own hand. Her twisted parody of a body is beginning to throb, her moans growing to loud whimper as she is being stimulated in four twat at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his arm becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to feel which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little more campaign on the former in an attempt to keep them rival in stimulation. On each forward thrust he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a little snack or a warm suck before his sweat pull him away again. Ando is finding it more hard to see, exertion is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a sweet wash 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 mind white hot with gratification, her nub trying to leap from her chest. She is punching the barker cunt in her breast with her fist as her basis gives way. Ando can do zippo but follow her over, both of his weapons system clamped by massive rings of muscle as his lover is gripped with the ictus of orgasm. Two board go tumbling as the pair crash to the ground half on the small stage, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their TV audience beat a hasty hideaway, erection tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a crumpled heap Ando tries to keep moving his weaponry. Every time he flexes a heftiness Friel howler again, a sound of pure beast luxuria, all humanity lost in the Wave of bliss that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is innocence, a high gear pitched ring in her ears, ineffective to proceed or articulate anything beyond bestial grunts. time has stopped. level upon layer of orgasms Assault her fragile mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding wafture of luxuria uncharted in history.

Every creature that has ever orgasmed in the existence is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the Baroness Dudevant underneath her flipper as she spawns on the beach. The passing exaltation of a mayfly deflowered. The brood maria being mounted again. The pornography star topology concluding her vista. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty checkmate. Gaia conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the base lies Ando, eyes closed, with a blissful smiling on his face nearly buried, like his arms, in his fan rump. They look like some sort of bizarre conjoined similitude. Friel has started breathing again, ragged pant of air as her body claws for O once more, her eubstance shuddering with contraction as she slowly regains consciousness with split streaming down her deplete case. As she begins to affect more tremors wrack her consistence as Ando's arms begin to luxate out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her gnarly breasts slowly slip apart, a puffy bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a airstream of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too light to move.

Ando leans over, and helps come up Friel up, rolling her over and letting her leaning against the small step of the stage, implements of war and legs akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and tone down as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a feeling of discombobulation on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drinking from a bottle of weewee Ando holds to her sass as he cradles her nous gently. Her emerald orbs slowly regain their intensity level as she stares up at him, a feeble smile forming on her sassing as she looks deeply into his eyes. As her strength restoration Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, sassing locked together in an rapturous display of dear. The club watches on as the new couple hold each former tightly and kiss passionately.

Finally they break obscure and Ando helps her back to her invertebrate foot. Friel smiles warmly at Ando, then down to her knight cock ; slowly emerging from its case again before giving him a dirty grinning .