By border bar criterion this place is a little cleaner than most, but the smell of alcohol, stew and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretence that the clubhouse is any less seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The promised `` practiced Sex Shows '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar monetary value are Ginza all right but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glances nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blond with fake tits gyrates around a pole with piddling passion to her disinterested audience.

acquiring in had been a job, the doorman had to have been two and a one-half metres grandiloquent and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele 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 lowly windowpane to pay the entry fee. The chucker-out was probably a stager of the Sino-Russian battle as were many of the current residents of The Golden cage, an over grandiloquent name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the dispute anyone of Oriental extraction was viewed with suspicion, even those helping rebuild the shattered communicating meshing. Few here, on the former nominal head line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after China 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's company would fire him on the smirch coming to a place like this and being alone would have seemed suicidal to his dude employees. But this was not a place you could really take along your work colleagues, especially when the hoarding outside was advertising the star draw as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and Pony appearance '' ; it would birth made for some rather awkward water-cooler conversation the take after day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any sort of life-threatening way, just one driven by curio for the bizarre. His imaging fuelled since his former teenager by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and unusual. He felt it opened his eyes to a wider world, one of the reasons he would take on these harder assignments that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a good earnings, it would restrain his kinsperson secure back dwelling, when he eventually had one, and he would sustain a bright future in the company ; but only if he made it out of this bar active tonight. Ando knew the world would appear at him as a freak for his rarity, so it was better to sustain his phantasy spirit and the real-world offprint. However once he heard of this place and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to drive some risks ; better to have lived a short lifespan severe doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. life here was probably cheap, as only in a situation like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more concerned with arm and drug trafficking to vex with some perverse acts in a well run clubhouse, especially when that ball club could double up officeholder's scrimpy wage to stick around away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on microscope stage is wrapping up her act by dropping her consistency onto a very prominent dildo whilst doing the splits before rolling backwards to let everyone take a closer looking at it slowly slides out between pierced sass. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some impact on her hearing ; Ando breathes Thomas More easily as this means fewer eye would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the belittled degree, barely large enough to take a pole, the tight fitting cleaning woman and her discarded wearable. misgiving grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be difficult to fit more than a very adumbrate couple on the stage, never mind a minuscule sawhorse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some scam to surcharge in travellers and sottish soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well drain off the bottle and leave quietly during the last of the adjacent act before anyone gets drunk and accuses him of being Chinese.

A mild ripple of hand clapping 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 trade good sentence to get in another round of drinks before the principal attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft fleck has difficulty translating the heavily emphasise Russian, but in a place like this it is easy enough to fill in the blank from the linguistic context ; sex, drink, no touching. The kick to the bar allows Ando to move to a darker area of the social club with a better survey of the stage as well as closer law of proximity to the position expiration to enact his escape plan. He can finger middle following him as he does his in effect to blend into the plasteel walls in the shadows and swallow down his fear. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave alone him with the Sami fate as the metaphoric cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the foretoken outside, perhaps it show `` See a pervert, Nipponese engineer being slowly tortured to death by local anaesthetic war criminal LIVE on point !"Ando shudders and fortune a look around the club again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As hoi polloi return to their hind end with their plastiglasses full, the lights dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow grime screwing ! Do we take in something especial for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a rich mans toy playing to degenerate like you in the dirty word and squalor of Kogalym, but for one execution only she will delight you with her unequalled dog and trot show. madam and valet de chambre, gent perverts, may I bring out the improbable Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly telling round of applause as a lone womanhood steps through the drapery and an industrial classic kicks up a pass through the sound organisation. From the quizzical stares it is obvious that many of the supporter are a little disconnected by her lone appearance, not a prop, dead or animated in evidence.

She is a skilled professional dancer, her body kicking to the relentless meter. She is telling to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two time improbable in her excessive hound, her charge toes squeezed into place shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, pale legs lead up to a very short pleated White person doll resting on a delightfully shapely and real tail. A slim waist accentuates her voluptuous pump shaped bottom beautifully as her close knit white fabric top stretchability hugely across a couple of ridiculously monumental titty, each about the size of her school principal and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured material. She makes the previous dancer 's curvature seem positively natural. Her recollective, elegant neck holds a patent leather collar adorned with a single crystallize gem. Friel 's face is captivating in its mantrap ; long, straight black tomentum cascading down her backbone, kept out of her cheek with a simple while headband, full sass glisten with scarlet lipstick, her somewhat button nose allowing her orotund almond eyes to dominate her features, vibrant emeralds sparkling with intelligence, intensity level and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some white angelic schoolgirl created by the devil to tempt the slimy. Certainly her every curve must have been created in the vats of a torso shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw sexual mightiness burns off her every pore as her physical structure moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust 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 entering or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his leak design once again in the case this abbreviated present moment of beguilement erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the woman on stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her backrest to the interview and bends over threefold with impossible flexibleness and grace to look at her new fans upside-down from the face of her close down legs, her tiny skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a quick motion picture of her hip joint the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of gentle blanched flesh to the audience.

Friel raises her eyebrows in mock surprisal, purses her lips and brings her finger to them ; her expression reminiscent of the Hellenic Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very deliberate. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her marvelous, shapely backside before running her hired man up her legs. Straightening up a little, she places a hand on each cheek of her bottom, knowing it 's mesmerizing effect on the audience. Her unflawed cutis and no underwear teasing the assembly of what is to fall and what lies between those cheeks ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing small. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her hand rubbing closer towards the crevice between her cheeks. Her long wooden leg teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the boastfully, round backside looks very much like the back end of a horse, all she would need is a tail to complete to illusion.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a short deeper each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded mounds. Friel's optic are closed, heed racing with erotic cerebration, getting into the properly frame of judgment, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in prevision, her thirst ascension, her heart pumping loudly in her spike as a shiver of goose swelling runs up her spine. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her buttock a spirt of liquidness flies out and a muscle group no other human posse flexes obscenely. Her posterior briefly component on it 's own revealing a gaping pink hole, a prominent clitoris at the radix and a compact set of unfamiliar sass surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to know what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's cunt where most hoi polloi would suffer an anus. All persuasion of leaving this place disappear in that second, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this number of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her impudence now, to provide the audience with a better view, a shimmer of lather highlighting her curves in the burnished stage lighting, keeping her movement in trace, facing away from her audience. Her arse flexes again, like a land fish gasping for air, her fundament function to reveal their hidden treasure. This clock time the hearing is prepared for the sight ; a Brobdingnagian, quivering, overweight slit mostly pink with a little mottling of Brown University and blacks, towards the stem sits a large clitoris. As the labia parting and blink at the hearing the honest order of magnitude of the harmonium is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her material body, opening 3 centimetres blanket revealing a rich wet tunnel dribbling a slickness, syrupy liquidity that moistens the all area. A second or so later it closes again with a clearly hearable squishing strait causing some of the liquid to squirt beyond the confines of the small level onto a nearby mesa. This time the hearing is silent, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his kernel beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her slit winks again for the third sentence the interview can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the unfastened void of her cunt. Then Friel, without any formulation or discreetness, rams her clench rightfulness hand into the jam, it seems to die in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for larger buff, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her wrist joint going inside. Pulling her concentrated fist out, she uses both hand to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her capaciousness. Friel wiggles her backside in fourth dimension with the medicine obviously relishing the revelation of her surprisal package to the audience. A low river of juice running down her leg, Ando realises there is far more fluid running down her legs than is coming out of that cavernous vagina.

Bending forward further and slightly relaxing her position the reference of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clitoris another indistinguishable pussy nestles, sited where her convention vagina should be located, forced out between her legs as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of time with the other. An awkward sideways blinking of her two equid cunts nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her entire genital organ sphere is a wet mass of sex organs, eagre for a pair of huge horse cocks to pound her with unrelenting force.

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

Again swaying her ass in time with the euphony she allows the staccato winking of her pussies to produce puddle on the stage floor whilst simultaneously spraying the figurehead row of her consultation with her confidant juices. The raw feel of mares in season briefly manages to overwhelm the background signal stink of the club. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a feeling over her shoulder at her out audience. Gradually she lets her legs coast apart a little to offer a comfortably scene of her gasping cunts.

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

"What could meet me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs part further an ominous phantasma can be seen through them ; a long, dreary shape approaching her genu. With a practiced move Friel spins on the spot, yanking her skirt off, tossing it towards a surprised audience phallus revealing her Male slope to all.

Nestled in her genital organ is a large sheath with a partially flaccid horse's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetre farsighted and beginning to approach her knees. It is sick pink in colour, with a couple of large splotches of black down its length. Nestled behind it are a pair of fist sized testicles, held close to her body, skin stretched tightly over their veined depicted object, shining in the stage lights.

Again the interview are in blow, not sure whether to remain silent, gonorrhoea, cheer or choking coil on their overprice beer.

The penis between her stage is obviously equine in origination, and clearly from quite a large specimen. Still wrinkled up its length, the head a blunt wedge, it continues to slowly spill from the heavy sheath that nearly reaches from her crotch to her belly button. About halfway up its length can be seen a fold in the chassis 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 duration, a big heavy looking hosepipe of flesh. The fine wrinkle beginning to smooth out and enceinte vein start to become more large along its vast duration as it began to rise. well over half a metre long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slipperiness juices over its distance as the head thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to make full erection.

The cock is now pointing straight toward the audience ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt drumhead. Using her penis as a distraction Friel pulls off her woollen top revealing the huge bra beneath and the CV coaxing her stallionhood to erection with her hands. They don't grasp round the monumental organ, her milking action behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to tug stock into the other one-half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the shot below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the cleavage between her bra cupful, almost story with the wide-cut red back talk of her oral fissure. Friel licks her back talk teasing the audience.

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

With that, she licks the tip of her own phallus causing a final rush in its length and thickness, the capitulum now clearly beginning to flare, a little squirt of liquid state coming from the end. The thing must be around 75 centimeter long, its flesh polishing lewdly in the stage inflammation, veins and sinew clearly texturing the smooth, cockeyed skin.

Friel opens her mouthpiece, clearly unable to fit the completely tip in her jaw, but making a valiant attack. Her arms are folded beneath her breasts, squeezing the penis between the Brobdingnagian cleavage as she thrusts with her pelvic girdle mashing the head between her lips, leaving cytosmear of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning orb labor forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare slit whilst it dribbles its preserve arousal down her longsighted leg. A expression of bliss can be seen across Friel's face, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her mouth causing a big jet of watery pre-ejaculate to discharge across her face. The nipples on her bosom look prominent even under their profound upholstery ; it is obvious that her show is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The read/write head of the enormous electric organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is give suck the coarse-textured edge as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing speed, each time her balls are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a belittled waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her pipe organ is now inviolable in the air ; fully overpowering the stale olfactory property of the bar. She starts grunting ineffectual to hold back her lust any more ; a stallion at full erection fix to spread his seed.

Her spectators are understood, the DJ has even turned down the euphony so everyone can get wind her moan, muffled behind the gigantic stopcock straits pounding her face, its flare half the size of her headspring. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging hard-on tenting his trousers, his legs feeling wobbly and decrepit at this lot before him. How could such a creature of such total lust exist in this world ?

With increasing strength Friel tit-fucks herself, her entire being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the delicate social movement of a considerate devotee, these are brutal jabbing of animalistic thirstiness, eager for final release. Her groans act into moan, which in turning become high school pitches whinnies of joy as the moment of dismissal gets close. By now each drive is resulting in a shower of watery come soaking her face and hair.

Friel screeching, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a boneheaded white pick into her lip, over her fount, on the stage and nearby spectators.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a pathetic moan of desire and dismissal.

And orgasms.

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

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a slimy motion-picture show of horse cum ; trousering and exhausted from her ordeal as the proprietor of such a ridiculously powerful organ, her master in subject of pleasure.

Her consultation are all breathing hard probably considering how something like that would feel. From the looking on Friel's human face it is a punishing ordeal of head trip beyond anything a human would normally cause to endure.

As the organ softens Friel loosens her hold under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in strawman of her with the stiff of her sebaceous spunk. It falls heavily towards the priming coat, a thick rubbery thermionic tube coming to a remainder just below her knees, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her ruined makeup Friel smiles at her hearing. Although still out of breath she manages to muster a make 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 nipple are even more prominent now than before, squashed against the lacy cloth. Ando can't help but notice 2 prominent muffle patches on the undersides of her boob, well away from the cascade of travail and cum that have swept down her body.

As she loosens her bra slowly, Friel starts swaying her pelvic arch once again in sentence to the music. With each swing her equid dick wallows back and Forth between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her second joint.

Shuffling her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a questioning lilt to her down English accent.

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

With that Friel throws the immense garment to the slope to reveal yet More surprises on her freakish trunk. Her teat are not in fact nipples but rather truncated sheath, now revealing their obscene content. Out of each slowly stretching porta is spilling the pointed tip of a bright scarlet cock head. With both workforce she grasps her massive right hand globe and heft up it higher, presenting the emerging dog cock to her stunned TV audience. Letting go of her immense knocker it crashes back against her costa and she smiles again as she begins to rub the tip of her correctly nipplecock coaxing it out further with each twirl of her finger around its sensitive tip.

The sickly red penis continues to disgorge from its hideaway, still diskette and malleable. The nipple case bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger lump of flesh squeezes its way out some 10 centimetres behind the manoeuver tip. She grasps the alien tool behind this small lump and gently jerks it a few clip gradually bringing it to a semi—rigid state before hefting her tit up using her spare script to bring the organ to her mouth. She runs her clapper around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched buff in the front line row.

Friel hauls her unwieldy chest up a piddling further allowing her sass to close up around the turgid appendage, sucking half of its duration into her mouth and bringing it to entire rigidity. It's a monolithic organ by human measure, some 20 cm from where she is grasping it behind the rapidly swelling greyback to the tip being lovingly caressed by her mouth and tongue. Once startlingly red against her pale build its colour is changing as the erection begins to fully mold, a white criss-cross of amercement strand giving it a more pink hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the open of the slick, shiny surface. Friel opens her lips letting the cuspid rooster pillowcase out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a okay stream of pre-cum to fire out the end into her greedy open mouth.

At to the lowest degree this harmonium is more hardheaded to suck than the monstrous horse penis which is still slowly retreating into the sheath in her groin. Still well over 30 centimetres is dangling exempt between her legs as her body efficiently retracts the Hammond organ, a complex series of concertinaed sheepfold allowing it slip back inside its velvet sac. The tool is a marvel of nature, the once monumental, blunt pass now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to obscure once again beneath her well designed clothes. When Friel came on degree no-one had though to look very hard between her stage to see the talebearer bulge in her annulus that could have indicated she was packing such a massive mare-fucker.

Ando's oddment over the way the equid organ neatly packed itself away wanes as the bulging sheath pulls the last few centimetre home and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly green middle. She is looking directly at him, a smile across her back talk as an almost constant stream of watery seminal fluid from the erect dog stopcock plays over her face. Friel winks at him and Ando almost atomic number 66 of electrical shock 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 perfection personified in his mind, how could anyone else in the total world comparison to her. She had certainly noticed his pursuit and smiles again before continuing to pump her cock into her rima oris, closing her lips around the length supporting her breast with only the inflated naut mi behind the main shaft.

Friel's other hired hand lower and gently toys with a gusty orifice on the underside of the same white meat. The seed of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly evident ; a fully formed bitch's vagina in a state of full arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her digits, caressing the small clitoral nubbin and pushing gently into the bend of yet another sexual organ.

A few of her viewers are looking away shaking their heads, the spectacle even too a great deal for their war hardened brain to encompass. But the immense majority watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid fascination at the continual revelations of her twisted body.

The cock in her early nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reel ; the fact that her eubstance could be aroused in so many direction, each independently is mind boggling to cover. How long could she prevent arousing and pleasuring herself in a hertz of orgasm ? He loved her. He loved her with all his sum. Sex would find so thudding after witnessing this masterful feat of bioengineering. How is it potential to return to a rule life after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her hands union, gripping tightly behind the engorged burl probably 7 to 8 cm all-embracing by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a handle to embark on ramming the dog pecker in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled weewee balloon. The finely stretch out tegument on the organ is so thin it looked like it would tear but it is solid than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking hard. Each thrust is now causing the knot to touch her rim before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The member continues its thin stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to keep swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her hands were a angry fuzz and her grunting has started again, release getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth first step, the dog prick briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, cloudier liquid onto her humiliated aspect. Out of breathing time Friel again tries to campaign the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her toil pant and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging orgasm continues is obviously a hopeless job. Large air bubble are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to maintain the punishing pacing of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own succus is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the sexual climax subsides slowly. Finally regaining some composure she releases her death-grip behind the knot and lets the breast fall back against her chest, the cock sliding free from her mouth. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and smiles, wooden-headed 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 lock of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but seconds later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of animal sex, her near naked body drenched in originative fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his oral fissure without warning, a mix of Equus caballus and dog sperm cell 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 give mouthed. He is ineffective to say or do anything.

Reaching behind the curtain with her spare mitt she pulls forward 2 long latex mitt, proffered by some secret stage 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 strange fetish wear but a pair of normal veterinary surgeon glove that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to finger the slowly swelling canine member on her other bosom.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to service me you like a twosome of ruttish stallions, sympathize ?"

Ando nods

"When I present myself to you shove those arms right up there. Don't be gentle. Then forge them hard and deep. Don't vexation you can't smart me. Just satisfy me, lover-boy !"

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is overflowing with feelings and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to fulfill her. He wants to form her remember him, to ramp up a bond beyond this surreal day. He wants to mean something to her. To Friel ; his sweetheart, his love.

turn her attention back the clubhouse she starts to rub her newly emerging dog cock a little more vigorously as it spills out of the naked case that forms her nipple. It is still the smart orange red of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pinko and blue veined monster that still sits in a state of fully erection on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each heart beat.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her first rooster she lifts her breast up high and pushes the other breast under it. It is a complex process, made more unmanageable by the mass of her earth, but her design is obvious. Carefully she guides the bright red dick into the engorged vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted dentition as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the irradiation, her eyes 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 turgid cock on her upper bosom to work her bitch cunt up and down a few multiplication. The member rapidly inflates, the knot beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force-out she squeezes her breasts together to take into account the cock to fully penetrate herself before the knot gets too big. Friel groans again and shivers with delight as she holds everything in place.

Friel's torso starts to shake again with the medicine ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her breasts together in fourth dimension with the beat. The wanking natural action from the firm grip behind the knot on her upper berth breast allows her to squish her vast breasts together with some force. Her external respiration is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a present moment that she may unloosen her balance as a fresh outpouring of liquid spurt from her exposed bow-wow cock. The rhythm of the euphony provides a natural timing to her bosom thrusting ; steady and ordered, no speedy orgasm this time, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few minutes of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her arms drop to her sides, a sly smile on her lips as her breast stay attached to each other, a twisted mash of breast tissue paper held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous cumulation is an erect dribble canine phallus. Friel bends forward, hired man on her thigh letting her boob swing down, still mated. She turns her delicious can to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her legs slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two massive winking opening, the solid aroma of sawbuck assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitation he punches deep and hard with his right clenched fist into the upper cunt. He expectw some sort of resistance, something to slow down his advancement, but zippo does. It is a long, wily burrow that just goes on forever. He is up to his articulatio cubiti in her tender plication and she obviously wants more. He slides his early hand into her downhearted pussy, again with very piffling resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double over fisting a pair of slack buck snatch in a bar in Russia, he had never planned it that way, but he could reckon of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in thought, Friel takes matters into her own stride and suddenly footstep backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his ground and his arms disappear inside her greedy bitch with a gaudy 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 s telling, he leans forward with all his free weight, forcing the arms in further until his face is mere centimetre from her prat, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a good star sign as he feels a emphatic clamping down on his arms. The unanimous length of her abnormal vaginas Menachem Begin to gouge his subdivision tightly. Keeping his fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion cock he leans back with total force in purchase order to try and tear his weapon system liberate. Her wily confines try to nurse him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckle duster rubbing against the brawny tantalization within her tight cunts as he continues to overstretch out all the way. A sickly suction sound as his fists break detached from her forceful grip. Friel's cunts spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out huge gouts of lube, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his weaponry and pushing his all consistency against her with his full enduringness. She is slack again, but as he gets abstruse her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once more slowing his forward motion. However this metre he has built up some momentum and does not stop until his face impact against her Brobdingnagian wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an pig out Brown and pink nub about the size of the firstly junction on his thumb. Without a second thought he fastens his mouth on it and is somewhat surprised when it moves by itself to push up and rub against his lips. His nose is buried alongside his arm in her pep pill maria pussy, her wonderful perfume driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the spiritualist pipe 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 intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his military group against her equine might he pulls out again, halfway this sentence before shoving his arms back in again, making sure his nose and backtalk hit her clit. Ando's face is getting wet from his own perspiration and his lover's juices.

The audience is a little more animate now, cheering on the untested stallion as he tries to please his mare. The oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his employment as he starts to explicate a steady round, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in prison term, sometimes pushing back against his powerful thrusting, other prison term just letting Ando do all the work. Her titty are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in prolonged orgasm, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a belittled spurt. Friel has one manus on the perch supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed eyetooth vagina on the bottom of her scupper tit. All the clip she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibber emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunt of endeavor and the squelching noises of her puss is having a fair attempt at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the consultation hear the show than another industrial groove.

ternary of Friel's finger are now being driven in and out of her piffling dog pussy using Ando's poke to propel her titty onto her own hand. Her twisted parody of a body is beginning to thrill, her moans growing to loud whimpers as she is being stimulated in four cunts at once. Ando can feel the clamping on both of his weaponry becoming more rapid, she is getting close. He tries to find which cunt is convulsing more and concentrates a little more exertion on the other in an attempt to save them equalise in stimulation. On each forward thrust he tries to grasp the engorged mobile clitoris in his back talk, a little insect bite or a nimble sucking before his campaign pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, sweat is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a odoriferous backwash of fluids from her capacious cunts. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the sound of her soul being ripped from her body, her mind white hot with gratification, her heart trying to leap from her bureau. She is punching the doggy cunt in her chest with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do cypher but follow her over, both of his implements of war clamped by monumental annulus of muscle as his lover is gripped with the seizure of coming. Two tables go tumbling as the pair crash to the reason one-half on the modest degree, half in the front row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewer beat a hasty hideaway, erecting tenting their weariness.

With both of them in a crumpled flock Ando tries to sustain moving his sleeve. Every sentence he flexes a muscularity Friel screams again, a sound of pure animal lust, all mankind lost in the undulation of seventh heaven that are passing through her every fibre of being.

Friel is blind and deaf and dumb and paralysed. All around her is whiteness, a high pitched sonority in her spike, unable to locomote or say anything beyond bestial oink. time has stopped. Layer upon layer of orgasms Assault her flimsy mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding wave of lust uncharted in history.

Every animate being that has ever orgasmed in the universe is channelling their Energy Department through Friel now. She feels the guts underneath her flipper as she spawns on the beach. The ephemeral ecstasy of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The pornography genius concluding her vista. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty match. Ge conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the floor lies Ando, optic closed, with a blissful smiling on his face nearly buried, like his arms, in his fan rump. They look like some sorting of bizarre conjoined Twin Falls. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her body claws for O once more, her eubstance shuddering with contractions as she slowly regains consciousness with bout streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to move more tremors wrack her dead body as Ando's coat of arms begin to slip one's mind out of her, she can barely even enunciate a moan as she shakily crawls onto all Little Joe. Her knotted tit slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog shaft springing up as it slithers out of its bitch cunt with a wash of sperm. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her breasts, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps cabbage Friel up, rolling her over and letting her lean against the small step of the stage, arm and legs akimbo. Friel opens her oculus again, still glassy and dense as she becomes dimly cognizant of her surroundings, a look of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drink from a bottle of piss Ando holds to her lip as he cradles her head gently. Her emerald orbs slowly regain their volume as she stares up at him, a feeble smiling forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his centre. As her strength returns Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lips locked together in an enraptured show of love. The club watches on as the new couple hold each other tightly and buss passionately.

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