may even resist! Such behavior should be punished, right?

- Yes!!! Cried the crowd in one voice.

Perhaps there was more joy in this voice than concern for moral values.

- If they do not behave deliberately, then the punishment must be appropriate. Do you agree?

- Fuck them !!! - without saying a word, people shouted.

“Since you are already wet,” said the woman, smearing my juice on the cheek, “we will not stand on ceremony.”

The next moment I heard the lightning creak, and something big and hot pressed against my pussy. I looked at Claire and involuntarily shuddered - between her legs was a member, and it was a member of a footer. But this did not change a bit! They were going to fuck us in front of this whole excited crowd, which only liked this turn of events! Shame overwhelmed me as it once was in the suspension, but the pussy continued to burn treacherously and at that moment only wished for a member.

But no one was going to ask me. A strong hand slid down under my knee and lifted my leg high. From surprise, I grabbed the crossbar over myself and appeared completely open and accessible. Futanarka pressed the member to my lips, straining to the limit, making her pussy flutter in anticipation, led her hips and easily slid into me.

- Bunches are always well oiled!

She slowly drove a member, as if exploring the velvet of my vagina, and I could not hold back the moans, so pleased I was every move. Nearby almost howled from the pleasure of Claire, and the next moment began to really fuck me.

It was some kind of madness, to the exclamations of the crowd, I was almost fucked by a footer, so much so that the depraved sniffing of my pussy filled the car, blocking even the noise of the train, and the juice flew in all directions, covering my bare legs and the floor. Quickly, very quickly, she moved her hips, but at the same time, not forgetting to knead my painfully excited chest. I could barely stand on my feet, screaming from every movement, but she did not stop for a moment this hard, but such sweet fuck. I squirmed, but she kept me confident, so that everyone could see the madness of my debauchery.

- Not... ! I... ! - I tried to shout something, but my lost breath and moans prevented me from saying at least something.

- Be quiet and enjoy, bitch! - tough, but she answered with undisguised pleasure.

Claire was very close, that the spray of her juice reached me with a depraved drizzle. She was moaning almost louder than me, shaking her head frantically, but she had no mercy either, which caused her to come closer to orgasm to shouts and approving cries.

I felt it because I felt the same. Member, hands, glances, people. All this merged into some kind of explosive mixture, which was ready to devour me from minute to minute.

- Green will finish now! - I heard through my own moans.

- Little black too lags behind!

“She’s definitely a bitch like a miss!” I would have finished a long time ago, but this one is still being fucked.

- bitches! Roam for us!

I glanced at Claire and suddenly saw a sperm almost pouring out of her pussy. At that moment a stream of hot milk poured into me. Futanarka behind me finished, poured sperm, but did not stop fucking me. This was the last straw, my pussy that is forces squeezed this adorable fat cock and exploded in a whirlwind of orgasm.Splashing nectar interspersed with thick sperm sprinkled the steel floor when my mind finally turned off and ran along the waves of raging agony.

It seemed I was still finishing when I came to my senses. The body ached with a pleasant languor, and even the fact that I was on the floor did not disturb me in the least. Nearby was Claire, she moaned and tried to cope with the breath.

- Now you understand what happens with little knots like you in the subway? - Said one of the futanarek, shaking off the last drop of semen on Claire.

“Yes ...” I groaned. - Thank you for the lesson.

“You're welcome,” the other grinned.

- And what about us? - exclaimed someone from the crowd.

- What are you? - uncomprehendingly asked futanary.

She looked down and saw that the man was holding on to the lower abdomen.

- You can finish on them, - futanarka shrugged her shoulders.

I did not have the strength to react when the crowd moved toward us and the creak of lightning and the rustling of cloth filled the air. I just took it as it was when the limbs appeared, and under the wet sounds we were sprayed with sperm. One by one, they covered our faces and our bodies with a white mass. She ran down her breasts, remained in the hairs, she was everywhere, and all the people came and went.

A dozen members, two dozen, there was no end to them, they rose above us in an endless carnival string, sparkled with heads and grease. The air became strained from continuous orgasms and smeared with a bitter aroma. Occasionally, women ended up irrigating with drops of juice and nectar, but on this holiday the sperm rules that completed our advertising campaign.

When the last two finished on us, squeezing the last drops out of the members, I was finally able to take a breath. She was everywhere, every inch of my body was in it, even on the floor around us everything was in sperm. For the first time I found myself in the center of such a powerful bukak, for the first time my tension was so great that the almost extinguished heat again spread throughout my body.

I wanted to touch myself, but the body responded to the tension earlier, exploding with a new orgasm. I did not sway, did not wriggle, I hardly even moaned, I just sat and blissfully finished, irrigating the floor with new sprays of nectar. And only sperm flowed through my body.

Morning Claire and I met in anxious anticipation. Ashley lingered, so we could only drink coffee nervously and wait for her to appear. When she finally appeared in the doorway of the office, her short and gloomy “Come to me” finally drove us to longing.

In her office, as usual, there was a mess, and for some time she unsuccessfully searched for something in the midst of piles of paper and rubbish. We waited patiently until she finally removed the card adapter. Celebrating, she inserted a standard SD card into it and stuck it all into a computer. After a moment, a folder with a video appeared on the big screen in the corner.

“Here, look,” she said, and opened one of the files.

A familiar scene appeared on the screen, the same subway, the same crowd, the same girl with a sign and bottles. Ashley reeled off to the middle, and the scene changed a little: there were already two girls, and both were fucked by big members of futanariki in strict business suits. The cabinet filled with a moan of speakers and shouts from the audience.

“I liked that more,” she added rather, winding herself to the very end.

Now I definitely did not recognize myself. The girl, all white from covering her sperm with a lustful, but with some kind of baptism, sat on the floor and moaning, exposing her face to another drop of bitter liquid. It was me, but I could hardly believe it, because I could not be like that!

“We won't be anymore ...” I moaned painfully, instinctively cringing.

- Where did you get this? - no less painful, but somehow Claire responded more consciously.

“My people were there,” Ashley replied indifferently. - Plus, a couple of cameras installed in the morning just in case.

- And now what? - I asked a rhetorical question.

Claire looked at me, imbued with mood and also stared at Ashley in anticipation of the outcome.

Ashley got up, cleared her throat severely and said solemnly:

- Well done!

- BUT?! - we exclaimed in one voice, having exchanged glances.

- As I said, you both have natural talent, and this shooting only confirms this. We will mount, add all sorts of chips, and release the next film earlier than expected! Fans are ready to make out the material on the screenshots! And all this thanks to you two!

- So they were filming the movie? - I stretched in shock.

- Not! It was an advertising campaign, and the customer is already beside himself with happiness - they do not have time to deliver cosmetics to the salons. All swept away!

“Then where are the cameras from?” - put in Claire.

Ashley smiled slyly.

- I thought that anything can happen, and the material itself is not bad. In addition, somehow it was necessary to follow you - you never know what will happen.

“In short, you planned it, but you were not sure until the end,” I concluded.

- Come on you! You performed well, I watched it, I finished it three times!

There was a knock at the door. Ashley chuckled as if she was about to finish for the fourth time, but she was interrupted.

- Who's there? Come in!

Two people entered the office, at the sight of which I first froze, and then jumped up and almost screamed, pointing at them

- What are they doing here ?! Where did they come from?

- Why immediately be rude? - nevertheless ironically answered one of the entered.

- Meet Olivia and Sally Jefferson - our new actors.

“We already know ...” I glanced at their pants, “with them.”

Yes, in the list I recognized those very futanarek in strict suits. They must have changed their clothes after yesterday, but the style remained the same. In addition, they were so similar that it was unlikely that I could determine which of them was Olivia and who — Sally. True, something has changed in their behavior.

“Forgive me for attacking you so unexpectedly yesterday,” one of the futanareks spoke guiltily. - Sometimes on the set there are misunderstandings.

“You raped us,” I muttered.

- Not! - futanarka shrank even more, squeezing a painful smile. - That is, yes, but not out of malice. You held so confidently!

“Sally ran to the ceiling until the night,” put in another futanary. - She is terribly modest that it is not clear how to still act in porn.

“Okay, okay, you,” Sally waved her hands. “You yourself didn’t look like a hero yesterday.”

“Just think,” she turned away, flushing slightly.

I, of course, did not exclude the possibility of a large performance, but it was painfully convincingly that they blushed and turned pale. Okay, we'll see. In the end, modest footers are not so bad, and in the movies you always have to portray someone else, no matter what.

- Ok, girls, you are great, but now for the work! We will celebrate in the evening!

- Yeah-hh! - Claire and I stretched and walked back to the studio.

What we have there today? Voice of the next hentai? I am not a seiyuu, I don't like voicers, but work is work. Let's do it!

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