By border bar standards this property is a little fresh than nigh, but the smell of alcoholic beverage, perspiration and stimstix that hang in the air betray any pretence that the club is any to a lesser extent seedy than the lurid signs outside indicate. The anticipate `` Best Sex Shows '' in Kogalym did not come cheap, the bar prices are Ginza okay but the ambiance is distinctly Chiba gangland hideout. Ando nurses his warming bottle of Baltika and glance nervously around the small bar avoiding any direct eye contact before settling on the stage where some emaciated blonde with fake tits gyrates around a magnetic pole with short passion to her disinterested audience.

acquiring in had been a job, the doorman had to have been two and a half metres tall and seemed openly hostile to letting any clientele into the bar. His tatty cyber-arm sputtering occasionally as he ran Ando through a weapon system 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 struggle as were many of the current residents of The Golden Cage, an over pompous name for hell-hole Ando found himself in. Since the struggle anyone of oriental person descent was viewed with misgiving, even those helping rebuild the shatter communications electronic network. Few here, on the quondam strawman line, seemed to care that Japan had supported the Russian Federation after chinaware 's oil grab into Siberia. Ando 's caller would elicit him on the spot coming to a plaza like this and being alone would have seemed self-destructive to his fellow employees. But this was not a office you could really claim along your work colleagues, especially when the billboard outside was advertising the star magnet as `` A truly UNIQUE Dog and shot glass appearance '' ; it would take in made for some rather ill at ease water-cooler conversation the following day.

Ando knew he was a pervert, not in any kind of dangerous way, just one driven by curiosity for the bizarre. His imagination fuelled since his early on stripling by Akihabara manga always sought out the strange and strange. He felt it opened his heart to a wider world, one of the reasons he would hold on these toilsome assigning that many other salaryman would shy away from. It earned him a estimable wage, it would keep his kin secure back home, when he eventually had one, and he would own a bright future in the troupe ; but only if he made it out of this bar alive tonight. Ando knew the humans would look at him as a freak for his curiosity, so it was better to hold back his fantasise life and the real-world separate. However once he heard of this place and the unusual touring act, he knew he had to aim some risks ; amend to have lived a short lifespan hard doing what you dreamed, than to die old and unfulfilled. Life here was probably cheap, as only in a lieu like Kogalym could you find places like this. Only here was the law more relate with weapons and drug trafficking to irritate with some contrary acts in a well run club, especially when that club could double officer's scrimpy earnings to stay away and disinterested.

The bored looking blonde gymnast on level is wrapping up her act by dropping her torso onto a very large dildo whilst doing the tear before rolling backwards to let everyone take a closer look at it slowly slides out between pierced lips. Her well practiced moves seemed to be having some shock on her hearing ; Ando breathes more easily as this means fewer eye would be directed at him. He takes a tepid swig and looks more closely at the diminished stage, barely big enough to hold a pole, the skinny woman and her discarded vesture. Suspicions grow in Ando 's mind as he realises it would be unmanageable to fit more than a very intimate span on the leg, never mind a small horse. He sighs realising that he has probably wasted his time once again in some scam to addict in travellers and drunken soldiers to buy overpriced beer. May as well enfeeble off the bottle and leave quietly during the closing curtain of the future act before anyone gets pledge and accuses him of being Formosan.

A balmy ripple of applause indicates her act had concluded as she steps through the threadbare drapes at the back of the stage, through the room access hidden arse. The DJ suggests this may be a good prison term to get in another round of drunkenness before the main attraction. Even Ando 's top end linguasoft microchip has difficulty translating the heavily accented Russian, but in a place like this it is easy enough to fulfil in the blanks from the context of use ; sex, drink, no touching. The bang to the bar allows Ando to actuate to a darker area of the nine with a better sentiment of the stage as well as closer law of proximity to the slope exit to act out his escape programme. He can feel eyes following him as he does his ripe to blend into the plasteel walls in the shadows and live with down his awe. Ando hopes his curiosity would not leave him with the Same circumstances as the metaphorical cat.

Perhaps his linguasoft had mistranslated the sign outside, perhaps it scan `` See a degenerate, Japanese engineer being slowly tortured to death by local war malefactor LIVE on level !"Ando shudders and fortune a face around the nightspot again ; his would-be torturers seem to be loosing interest in him now he had stopped moving. As people return to their seats with their plastiglasses full, the Inner Light dim once again as the DJ introduces the star act of the evening.

'' Welcome, my fellow filth fucks ! Do we have something special for you here tonight ! Rarely do we get to see such a racy man toy playing to deviant like you in the vulgarism and squalor of Kogalym, but for one performance only she will delight you with her unparalleled dog and pony appearance. dame and gentlemen, fellow deviate, may I innovate the incredible Friel ! ``

The audience musters up a mildly impressive round of applause as a lone womanhood steps through the mantle and an industrial classic kicks up a notch through the auditory sensation organization. From the questioning stares it is obvious that many of the patrons are a little lost by her lone appearance, not a prop, abruptly or animated in grounds.

She is a skilled dancer, her body kicking to the relentless beat. She is telling to behold, but certainly not what the audience is expecting. Friel is probably around two m tall in her unreasonable heel, her aim toes squeezed into horseshoe shaped like lacquered hooves. Her long, very shapely, blench legs lead up to a very short pleated white chick resting on a delightfully shapely and substantive hindquarters. A svelte waist accentuates her sybaritic substance shaped bottom beautifully as her close pucker white fabric top stretch hugely across a pair of ridiculously monumental breasts, each about the sizing of her head and contained within an industrial sized bra clearly seen underneath the tortured fabric. She makes the previous dancer 's curvature seem positively natural. Her yearn, elegant neck holds a letters patent leather collar adorned with a one clear gem. Friel 's case is captivating in its beaut ; long, neat black hair cascading down her back, kept out of her face with a dewy-eyed while headband, full backtalk glisten with vermilion lipstick, her pretty button nose allowing her vauntingly Prunus amygdalus eyes to predominate her feature, vivacious emeralds sparkling with intelligence, intensity and concentration.

Overall she is dressed like some tweed saintly schoolgirl created by the devil to invite the despicable. Certainly her every curve ball must ingest been created in the VAT of a body shop, but rarely did they ever combine in such a perfect way. A raw intimate exponent Burns off her every stoma as her body moves gracefully to the music, a vision of pure lust made real.

Although she is not what the consultation was expecting her absurd and alien beauty holds off any contiguous retaliation to the monetary value of entering or drinks. Ando quickly assesses his escapism architectural plan once again in the upshot this legal brief moment of beguilement erupts into trouble. However concentrating on anything but the woman on microscope stage is almost impossible. He, like everyone else, stares in silence as Friel faces her rear to the audience and bends over double with impossible flexibleness and grace to look at her new fan upside-down from the side of her shut down wooden leg, her flyspeck skirt rising further up her beautiful rounded buttocks. With a flying flick of her hips the skirt lifts and settled over her back completely exposing the two moons of soft white flesh to the consultation.

Friel raises her eyebrow in mock surprise, purses her rim and brings her finger to them ; her expression reminiscent of the classical Marilyn Munroe pose. Like Marilyn her"accidental"reveal had been very measured. She gives the audience a few moments to stare at her wonderful, shapely backside before running her hands up her peg. Straightening up a little, she places a hand on each face of her bottom, knowing it 's hypnotic effect on the audience. Her unflawed peel and no underwear teasing the aggregation of what is to get along and what lies between those buttock ; her legs, still clamped together, revealing little. Gently Friel caresses her own buttocks, her hand rubbing closer towards the crack between her cheeks. Her long branch teetering on hoof-like shoes leading up to the tumid, circular backside looks very a lot like the bet on end of a horse, all she would want is a tush to complete to head game.

Her hand starts rubbing between her cheeks, caressing a slight deeper each time, slowly disappearing between the rounded knoll. Friel's eyes are closed, mind racing with erotic thoughts, getting into the good frame of mind, turning herself on. She always loves this bit ; smiling to herself in anticipation, her lustfulness rising, her heart pumping loudly in her spike as a shiver of goose bumps runs up her thorn. Then it happens, the audience gasps in shock.

As Friel rubs deeper between her cheeks a squirt of liquid flies out and a brawniness chemical group no other homo posse comitatus flexes obscenely. Her backside briefly parts on it 's own revealing a gaping pink maw, a prominent clitoris at the base and a thick set of unfamiliar mouth surrounding it. Ando has browsed enough porn on the Net to eff what he has just briefly witnessed. Friel has a horse 's cunt where most multitude would have an anus. All thought process of leaving this office disappear in that instant, even Ando 's hentai fuelled imagination had never anticipated this turning of events.

Friel moves her hands back to her buttock now, to provide the audience with a better position, a shimmer of sweat highlighting her curves in the bright phase ignition, keeping her front in shadow, facing away from her interview. Her arse flexes again, like a bring fish gasping for air, her buttocks function to reveal their hidden treasure. This clock time the consultation is prepared for the visual sense ; a huge, quivering, fleshy slit mostly pink with a fiddling mottling of browns and Negro, towards the bag sits a large button. As the labia part and wink at the audience the true magnitude of the organ is revealed ; a 10 centimetre gash in her flesh, opening 3 centimetre across-the-board revealing a mysterious wet tunnel dribbling a slip, syrupy liquid that moistens the whole area. A second or so afterward it closes again with a clearly audible squishing strait causing some of the liquid to force out beyond the confines of the small stage onto a nearby table. This time the audience is mute, in awe or perhaps disgust of what they have seen. Ando looks on, his spirit beating fast, instantly falling in lust with her body.

As her snatch winks again for the third metre the audience can distinctly hear the in-rush of air as it fills the heart-to-heart emptiness of her bitch. Then Friel, without any readiness or diplomacy, rams her clenched decently manus into the hole, it seems to pass off in without any friction whatsoever. She is obviously designed for big lovers, probably hoofed. She works her hand deeper, but the way she is standing precludes anything more than her wrist pass inside. Pulling her saturated clenched fist out, she uses both hands to hold open her winking arse-cunt demonstrating her commodiousness. Friel wiggles her nates in sentence with the music obviously relishing the Revelation of Saint John the Divine of her surprise package to the interview. A diminished 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 generator of this liquid is revealed. Just in front of her clitoris another identical pussy snuggle, sited where her normal vagina should be located, forced out between her pegleg as she doubles over, now aroused and winking out of meter with the other. An awkward sideways blink of her two equine pussy nestling between her thigh, no gap between them. Her integral genitals field is a wet Mass of sex pipe organ, eagre for a brace of vast horse shaft to pound her with persistent force.

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

Again swaying her rump in time with the music she allows the staccato wink of her pussies to create puddle on the stagecoach trading floor whilst simultaneously spraying the front row of her audience with her confidant succus. The raw odor of mares in season briefly manages to overpower the background stink of the clubhouse. Holding her buttocks open Friel begins to stand up, chancing a look over her shoulder at her stupefy interview. Gradually she lets her legs slideway apart a little to furnish a better view of her gasping cunts.

In a enlighten, powerful, well-read English accent mark Friel speaks for the first time.

"What could occupy me ?"

She pauses for effect.

"Oh, I know !"

As her legs constituent further an baleful dark can be seen through them ; a longsighted, dark chassis approaching her knees. With a practiced move Friel spins on the bit, yanking her bird off, tossing it towards a storm consultation member revealing her manlike incline to all.

Nestled in her crotch is a with child sheath with a partially flabby sawbuck's penis dangling from it, around 30 centimetre long and beginning to go about her knee. It is pallid pinko in vividness, with a couple of large splotches of black down its distance. Nestled behind it are a twosome of fist sized egg, held close down to her body, skin stretched tightly over their vein capacity, shining in the phase lights.

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

The penis between her legs is obviously equid in origin, and clearly from quite a large specimen. Still wrinkled up its distance, the head a blunt torpedo, it continues to slowly spill from the large cocktail dress that nearly reaches from her private parts to her belly release. About halfway up its duration can be seen a sheep pen in the shape where it thickens dramatically towards the foot. It finally stops disgorging and starts to indurate. Friel takes both mitt and runs them up and down the length, a great heavy looking hose of soma. The alright crinkle beginning to smooth out and great veins start to become more striking along its huge length as it began to heighten. well over half a beat long and now wet from the continued dripping from between her legs Friel rubs her own slipperiness juices over its length as the head thickens and the monstrous appendage begins to reach wide-cut erecting.

The turncock is now pointing straight toward the interview ; they can clearly see the urethral process prominent on the blunt head teacher. Using her penis as a beguilement Friel pulls off her wool top revealing the huge bra beneath and the curriculum vitae coaxing her stallionhood to hard-on with her hands. They don't ambit round the massive organ, her milking military action behind the preputial ring looks like she is trying to labour blood into the other half as the head further widens, now distinctly wider than the barb below it. As she does so the whole organ rises up into the segmentation between her bra cups, almost tier with the full red lips of her mouth. Friel licks her lips teasing the audience.

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

With that, she licks the tip of her own penis causing a final upsurge in its length and heaviness, the principal now clearly beginning to flare, a minuscule spurt of liquidness coming from the end. The matter must be around 75 cm long, its flesh polishing lewdly in the point light, venous blood vessel and tendon 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 shut down beneath her breast, squeezing the penis between the vast cleavage as she thrusts with her hips mashing the fountainhead between her lips, leaving smears of scarlet lipstick over her glans. As she thrusts her churning balls push forward revealing the still winking labia of her front mare twat whilst it dribbles its continued arousal down her yearn legs. A face of blissfulness can be seen across Friel's expression, her eyes half lidded as she thrusts again into her backtalk causing a big jet of weak pre-ejaculate to force out across her face. The tit on her breasts look striking even under their heavy upholstery ; it is obvious that her display is for her own benefit as well as her spectators.

The top dog of the enormous electric organ starts flattening further, becoming wider, all Friel can do is fellate the textured edge as the mass of the rubbery glans just mashes into her face. Friel keeps pumping her hips forward again and again with increasing focal ratio, each time her musket ball are thrown in the air her pussy is clearly visible, a pocket-size waterfall of lubrication tumbling down her thighs. The musk of her organs is now strong in the air ; fully overpowering the dusty smells of the bar. She starts grunting unable to reserve back her lustfulness any More ; a stallion at full erection gear up to disseminate his seed.

Her spectators are silent, the DJ has even turned down the music so everyone can hear her moans, muffled behind the gigantic cock head pounding her case, its flare half the size of her principal. Ando wishes he was sitting down, his own raging erection tenting his trousers, his legs feeling wobbly and weak at this sight before him. How could such a creature of such tote up hunger exist in this mankind ?

With increasing intensity Friel tit-fucks herself, her integral being focussed on the cock she in embracing. These are not the touchy movements of a considerate lover, these are brutal thrusting of animalistic hunger, eager for final passing. Her groan turn into moans, which in turn become high pitches whicker of delight as the minute of release gets close. By now each thrusting is resulting in a cascade of watery ejaculate soaking her face and pilus.

Friel screams, the club collectively holds its breath.

She orgasms.

Each thrust now sprays a stocky white cream into her mouth, over her face, on the stage and nearby witness.

And orgasms.

Each thrust is accompanied by a pitiful moan of desire and waiver.

And orgasms.

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

Finally it ends, leaving Friel covered in a wretched film of horse cum ; heaving and exhausted from her ordeal as the owner of such a ridiculously powerful organ, her master in matters of pleasure.

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

As the organ softens Friel loosens her bobby pin under her breasts and it tumbles forward spattering the floor and tables in front of her with the clay of her greasy spunk. It falls heavily towards the ground, a thick rubbery tube coming to a rest just below her human knee, hiding her testicles and vaginas from view.

From under her smash constitution Friel smiles at her consultation. Although still out of breathing place she manages to come up a clear voice.

"Not a bad start… now what next ?"

With her immense rotating shaft still slowly retreating back towards her bulging cocktail dress, 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 assist but notice 2 great damp patches on the underside of her bosom, 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 time to the music. With each swing her equid hammer wallows back and Forth River between her legs, it is still some way off fully retracting and dribbles its remaining load between her thighs.

make her bra forward she raises her voice once again with a questioning lilt to her elaborate English language accent.

"soul did call you a dog and pony display, didn't they ?"

With that Friel throws the vast garment to the side to bring out yet Thomas More surprises on her freakish dead body. Her teat are not in fact pap but rather shortened sheaths, now revealing their obscene depicted object. Out of each slowly stretching orifice is spilling the pointed tip of a bright scarlet cock headland. With both hands she grasps her monolithic right-hand orb and hefts it high-pitched, presenting the emerging dog cock to her sandbag 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 spin of her finger around its spiritualist tip.

The sallow red penis continues to cat from its hideaway, still floppy and malleable. The nipple sheath bulges slightly and Friel's eyes widen briefly as a larger oaf of anatomy squeezes its way out some 10 centimeter behind the sharpen tip. She grasps the alien 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 supererogatory paw to bring the organ to her lip. She runs her glossa around the glans, teasing her own arousal and playing up to her jism drenched buff in the front row.

Friel hauls her unmanageable boob up a piddling further allowing her mouth to close around the turgid appendage, sucking half of its distance into her mouth and bringing it to wide-cut rigidity. It's a monolithic organ by human standards, some 20 centimetres 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 physique its colour is changing as the erecting begins to fully form, a white criss-cross of all right filaments giving it a more pinkish hue which accentuates the bluish veins just below the Earth's surface of the slick, shiny surface. Friel opens her sass letting the cuspid cock slip out partially and then forcefully jerks it a few times with her hand causing a fine flow of pre-cum to fire out the end into her greedy open oral cavity.

At least this electronic organ is more practical to suck than the grievous horse penis 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 putz is a marvel of nature, the once massive, blunt forefront now an oozing pointed tip slowly retreating neatly into itself to obscure once again beneath her wellspring designed clothes. When Friel came on stage no-one had though to bet very hard between her wooden leg to see the telltale gibbosity in her skirt that could bear 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 cocktail dress pulls the cobbler's last few centimetre home and he looks back up to Friel's face ; straight into her startlingly jet eyes. She is looking directly at him, a grin across her lips as an almost unremitting stream of watery come from the erect dog tool plays over her expression. Friel winks at him and Ando almost dies of electrical shock at the personal interest group this creature of his dreaming 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 entire humans comparison to her. She had certainly noticed his interest and smiles again before continuing to pump her rooster into her mouth, closing her lip around the duration supporting her breast with only the inflated greyback behind the main shaft.

Friel's other hand lowers and gently toys with a puffy orifice on the undersurface of the same bosom. The source of the wet patches on her bra is now plainly patent ; a fully formed gripe's vagina in a nation of full moon arousal wetly glistening as she gently prods it with her dactyl, caressing the little clitoric nubbin and pushing gently into the folds 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 psyche to savvy. But the vast majority watch on dumbly, stuck between awe and morbid enchantment at the continual revelations of her twist around body.

The rooster in her early nipple is identical, but still scarlet and partially flaccid as it hangs out limply. Ando's brain reels ; the fact that her body could be aroused in so many ways, each independently is listen boggling to compass. How long could she go on arousing and pleasuring herself in a round of orgasms ? He loved her. He loved her with all his philia. Sex would feel so dull after witnessing this masterful effort of bioengineering. How is it possible to refund to a formula sprightliness after observing this ? But still he watched.

Finishing up diddling her dog cunt, her hands join, gripping tightly behind the englut international nautical mile probably 7 to 8 centimeter panoptic by now. Squeezing tightly she uses it like a hold to start ramming the dog putz in and out of her mouth, her breast wildly bouncing like some over-filled water balloon. The finely stretched skin on the organ is so thin it looked like it would tear but it is unassailable than it appears as Friel begins rapidly shoving it faster and deeper into her mouth sucking firmly. Each drive is now causing the knot to contact her lips before it is pulled almost all the way out with frenzied slurps. The penis continues its slender stream of pre-ejaculate causing her to restrain swallowing or risk spluttering. By now her paw were a furious blur and her grunting has started again, exit getting near.

Suddenly she moans loudly, her mouth opening, the dog cock briefly freed from its oral prison, now quite clearly ejaculating a thicker, nebulous liquidness onto her grim brass. Out of breathing space Friel again tries to push the erection back into her mouth but is having difficulty keeping it there with her fag pant and moaning. Trying to breath through her nose as the raging sexual climax continues is obviously a hopeless task. Large air house of cards are forming out of her own jism under her nostrils as she tries to keep up the punishing tempo of thrusting, whilst sucking, whilst cuming.

Clearly trying to breath through her own juices is too much and she starts coughing uncontrollably as the sexual climax subsides slowly. Finally regaining some composure she releases her death-grip behind the naut mi and lets the tit fall back against her chest, the stopcock sliding absolve from her back talk. Again Friel looks directly at Ando and grin, loggerheaded rophy of sperm covering her rima oris and dribbling off her Kuki. Slowly, lasciviously, she licks her lips and breaker point at Ando, upturning her hired man and beckoning him over with a whorl of her manicured forefinger.

Ando is captivated, he does not remember moving but arcsecond later he is standing beside her. He is assaulted by an overpowering stench of creature sex, her draw close naked body drenched in germinal fluids. She kisses him suddenly and deeply, her tongue entering his oral cavity 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 knockout inside me ?"

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

Reaching behind the curtain with her supernumerary handwriting she pulls forward 2 long latex paint baseball glove, proffered by some secret microscope stage hand.

"Put these on."

Ando just reacts. Is it an ordering ? A request ? It does not matter. Whatever she wants, she will get. He pulls them up his branch. They are quite baggy, not some unknown voodoo wear but a twain of rule veterinarian gloves that pass all the way up to his shoulder. Meanwhile Friel is beginning to feel the slowly swelling canine penis on her other titty.

"Do you understand me ?"she asks

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

"I want you to service me you like a twain of turned on stallion, understand ?"

Ando nods

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

Ando nods again.

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

Ando's mind is flooded with feelings and desire. More than anything in the world he wants to satisfy 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 sweetheart, his love.

turning her tending back the club she starts to rub her newly emerging dog stopcock a little more than vigorously as it spills out of the defenseless case that forms her pap. It is still the bright scarlet of semi—arousal, not like the other ballooned up pink and blue devil veined monster that still sits in a state of wide-cut erection on her other breast weeping watery fluid with each heart and soul rhythm.

Gripping behind the fully engorged knot of her number one cock she lifts her knocker up gamey and pushes the other boob under it. It is a complex process, made more hard by the mass of her globes, but her intent is obvious. Carefully she guides the hopeful red cock into the engorged vagina under her other breast. Friel hisses through gritted tooth as the ripe tit gradually sinks down over the shaft, her eyes partially closing, clearly enjoying the experience of shag and being fucked simultaneously.

Cradling her lower breast with her arm, holding it in place she uses the business firm handle provided by the still tumescent cock on her upper breast to work her bitch snatch up and down a few times. The penis rapidly inflates, the grayback beginning to fill out quickly. Abruptly and with some force she squeezes her breasts together to countenance the cock to fully penetrate herself before the greyback gets too big. Friel groans again and quiver with pleasure as she holds everything in place.

Friel's torso starts to sway again with the medicine ; her eyes are closed as she mashes her bosom together in time with the metre. The wanking action from the firm grasp behind the knot on her upper tit allows her to slop her huge breasts together with some force. Her breathing is laboured, her right leg quivers slightly and it looks for a moment that she may loose her Libra the Balance as a impertinent fountain of liquidity squirt from her exposed barker cock. The musical rhythm of the music provides a natural timing to her titty thrust ; truelove and consistent, no speedy orgasm this meter, just a slow intimate screwing.

After a few hour of manually manipulating her self—penetration Friel lets her implements of war cliff to her incline, a sly smile on her sass as her tits stay attached to each other, a twist around mash of breast tissue held together like knotted dogs. Crowning the ponderous mounds is an erect dribble eye tooth penis. Friel bends forward, hands on her thigh letting her boobs swing down, still mated. She turns her luscious buttocks to Ando, his queue to get to work.

With her pegleg slightly apart and her leaning forward, all Ando can see are two monolithic eye blink porta, the inviolable odour of horse cavalry assaulting his nose. Ando is out to impress. Without any hesitancy he punches deep and hard with his right fist into the upper pussy. He expectw some sort of underground, something to slow his progress, but nothing does. It is a recollective, slick tunnel that just goes on forever. He is up to his elbow in her tender crease and she obviously wants more. He slides his other script into her depressed kitty-cat, again with very little resistance.

Ando is a bit dumb struck, he is double over fisting a duad of slack sawhorse snatch in a bar in USSR, he had never planned it that way, but he could think of nowhere else he would rather be just now. With Ando briefly lost in cerebration, Friel takes matters into her own stride and suddenly steps backward causing Ando to almost fall over backwards in shock. But he holds his solid ground and his branch disappear inside her greedy cunts with a loud squelch until he is buried halfway up his bicep.

"That's more like it ! Now harder and deeper"she demands

Ando doesn't need a second telling, he leans forward with all his free weight, forcing the weapons system in further until his face is simple centimetres from her rump, her musk wonderfully overpowering. He hears Friel grunt, a adept foretoken as he feels a forceful clamping down on his weapons system. The totally length of her unnatural vaginas Menachem Begin to squeeze his implements of war tightly. Keeping his clenched fist clenched so it resembles the head of her stallion tool he leans back with wide force in ordination to try and commit his arms devoid. Her silken confines try to hold him in place but the lubrication is helping him as his elbows re-appear. He can feel his knuckle duster rubbing against the mesomorphic ribbing within her tight slit as he continues to pull in out all the way. A sickly suck sound as his fist break loose from her forceful handgrip. Friel's twat spasm wildly, winking in rapid succession, spurting out Brobdingnagian urarthritis of lube, desperate to be filled again.

He teases her for a second before straightening his arms and pushing his whole body against her with his full phase of the moon strength. She is slack again, but as he gets deeper her vaginal muscles begin to clamp down once more slowing his progress. However this time he has built up some impulse and does not hold back until his cheek impacts against her immense wet crevice. Ando sees one of her clits nearby, an engorged brownness and ping nub about the sizing of the firstly marijuana cigarette on his quarter round. Without a second thought he fastens his backtalk 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 upper mare slit, her marvelous aroma driving him forward. He sucks and gently bites the sensitive pipe organ and hears Friel cry loudly in startled surprise. It feels like soul had applied a vice to his blazonry as the cuntal muscle spasm are now greatly magnified in their intensity.

He holds for a second then using all his force play against her equid might he pulls out again, halfway this time before shoving his arms back in again, making for certain his nose and sass hit her clit. Ando's aspect is getting wet from his own sudation and his lover's juices.

The consultation is a little more animated now, cheering on the young stallion as he tries to please his maria. The Oriental guy is certainly putting some effort into his body of work as he starts to develop a truelove rhythm, vigorously pumping in and out of her. Friel is staying in sentence, sometimes pushing back against his powerful jab, other times just letting Ando do all the workplace. Her breasts are bouncing quite erratically, still joined together in keep up sexual climax, the crowning dog cock occasionally giving a small spurt. Friel has one hand on the rod supporting her, her other hand now rubbing the second exposed canine vagina on the underside of her exposed tit. All the metre she is groaning loudly, occasional unintelligible gibberish emanating from her cum soaked lips. This combined with Ando's grunts of effort and the squelching noises of her cunts is having a average attempt at drowning out the music, the DJ preferring to let the interview hear the show than another industrial groove.

Three of Friel's fingers are now being driven in and out of her little dog pussy using Ando's thrust to propel her chest onto her own hand. Her wrick pasquinade of a physical structure is beginning to shudder, her moans growing to flashy whimpers as she is being stimulated in four slit at once. Ando can experience 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 effort on the other in an attack to save them equate in arousal. On each forward thrust he tries to hold on the engorged mobile clitoris in his mouth, a slight sharpness or a flying suck before his efforts pull him away again. Ando is finding it more difficult to see, elbow grease is stinging his eyes, occasionally washed out by a sweet backwash of fluids from her capacious cunts. He is drenched, but oh so happy.

Friel screams.

It is an ear piercing cry of pure lust, the sound of her soul being ripped from her body, her mind white hot with gratification, her heart trying to leap from her bureau. She is punching the doggy cunt in her breast with her fist as her footing gives way. Ando can do nothing but follow her over, both of his blazonry clamped by massive rings of muscleman as his fan is gripped with the capture of orgasm. Two tables go tumbling as the pair crash to the ground half on the small stage, half in the straw man row. With plastiglass and beer flying everywhere their viewers beat a hasty retreat, erections tenting their fatigues.

With both of them in a crumpled great deal Ando tries to keep moving his branch. Every time he flexes a muscle Friel screams again, a sound of pure animal lecherousness, all humanity lost in the wafture 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 richly pitched ringing in her ears, unable to move or word anything beyond brute grunts. Time has stopped. Layer upon layer of coming violation her fragile mind, multiple orgasms from multiple vaginas, over and over again. She is a being of pure orgasmic energy riding waving of lust uncharted in account.

Every animal that has ever orgasmed in the existence is channelling their energy through Friel now. She feels the sand underneath her fin as she spawns on the beach. The passing ecstasy of a Mayfly deflowered. The brood mare being mounted again. The porn ace concluding her scene. The Kitaschi maiden being penetrated by her twenty married person. Gaea conceiving the universe.

This is enlightenment.

All is still. On the trading floor lies Ando, eye closed, with a blissful grin on his face nearly buried, like his munition, in his devotee rump. They look like some kind of bizarre conjoined twin. Friel has started breathing again, ragged gasps of air as her eubstance hook for oxygen once more, her dead body shuddering with condensation as she slowly regains cognisance with tears streaming down her exhausted face. As she begins to motivate more earth tremor wrack her body as Ando's arms begin to slip out of her, she can barely even vocalise a moan as she shakily crawls onto all fours. Her gnarled breasts slowly slip apart, a turgid bleached dog prick springing up as it slithers out of its bitch slit with a wash of spermatozoan. With that Friel weeps and collapses back on top of her white meat, too weak to move.

Ando leans over, and helps lift Friel up, rolling her over and letting her inclination against the small step of the stage, arms and legs akimbo. Friel opens her eyes again, still glassy and dull as she becomes dimly aware of her surroundings, a face of confusion on her face.

Friel weakly takes a drinking from a bottle of water Ando holds to her brim as he cradles her mind gently. Her emerald ball slowly regain their intensity as she stares up at him, a feeble smile forming on her lips as she looks deeply into his optic. As her intensity level tax return Friel reaches for Ando and they embrace, lip locked together in an enraptured display of dear. The club watches on as the new couple hold each former tightly and buss passionately.

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