moreover, with each movement of her womb, it became harder for the portion of mucus that remained inside. The pervert turned his attention to her, smiling badly towards Nipple, that having hung her head, she made a desperate attempt to get up.

The man suddenly jumped up, pressed Nata to the enema ball, stepped on her thigh with his foot, pressing her down even more. From the large portion that came in from the enema, her stomach nearly exploded, she felt like she was pregnant in the ninth month.

A pale female hand on his penis desperately masturbated, squeezing a hot head with intertwined veins, strained with a palm. A hand hung in the air, the portal apparently followed the position of the client's body. The man growled, threw back Natella's head and roughly opened her upper eyelid with his thumb, began to cum in her face, filling her eyes and reddened cheeks with a rich layer of sticky sperm. Twitching in ecstasy, he almost fell off, standing on one leg, pressing the second Natella to the ball. Pale female hand on his penis began to smear the remnants of a thumb on the head of the penis. Finally, he threw his hand to the side and she whirled hit the wall and hung.

- Ah ... Well ... - he twisted Nata's face, examining how white drops flow down her velvet skin, how the carcass spreads from the eye, which he did not allow to blink. Sperm swayed like a muddy tear in a corner of a green eye, slowly flowing down, leaving behind a gray-black trace of makeup.

He let go of her face and turned to Souska.

- Now you! Haltur, bitch! - a ringing slap left a mark on her face. He prodded a softening wet cock in her face, smearing the remnants of sperm over the eyelids. Her cosmetics did not flow, Nat remembered that Soska was not even painted in the cell, where they butchered Kira for spare parts.

- Aaaa ... - the client looked, cruelly crushing the eyelids, ran his finger right over Nipple's eyes. - tattooed eyelids, do you think you will always be a beauty? Dasha! Tattoo machine here! -

The beauty of a mannequin progressed from behind the screen, already in new shoes, carrying a small thing for tattooing.

- Come on, make her a tearful panda. And I will see. - The client leaned back on the sofa, put the mulatto's hand on the limp member and then spread his arms back. Nata saw that under his palms were breasts that grew out of the portal circles on the back of the sofa.

Daria sat on her knees to Souska, facing her, squeezing her into an enema and flattening her seriously tummy. She moaned. The mannequin threw her head back and, looking halfway around whether the owner is clearly visible, brought the machine to the victim's face. The mechanism whirred and the black pattern of the spreading mascara began to appear on the skin of the Nipple, almost like that of Natella, only this time it was accompanied by pain and a rapidly reddening skin around the tattooed area.

The owner looked at the action, turned his eyes to Nata, who was frozen on an enema.

- And you went out. Go, take a walk in the kindergarten, refresh yourself! -

Having straightened her legs with difficulty, and squeezing her sphincter with the last of her strength, so as not to drop a drop, Nat walked with a heavy gait to the balcony door and left the room. Blinking, but not daring to wipe her face from sperm, the girl stepped down the worn marble steps down to the grassy overgrown path of an old overgrown park. Even from the balcony, she looked for a bush that should completely hide it from the house. Hiding behind him, she hoped to free her gut from the contents of her mouth. It was hard to descend, her legs barely holding her heavier body. A swollen belly was rippling with a heavy drop like a water mattress. The flat stretched navel seemed to be unleashed ... Having gone down, she looked round.A balcony with two wide staircases adjoined a typical small Russian manor, covered here and there with a sprinkled yellowish plaster. Overgrown with moss tiles, wooden white frames with double glazing. Nata expected to see a part of not a small complex, along the corridors of which they moved until they entered the room, but it turned out that the house was in the middle of the park and no giant buildings could be seen behind it.

Two-story building with a balcony-terrace, two windows on each side of the exit - that's all. From the open balcony opening one could hear the moans of the nipples and the sound of a tattoo machine.

Natella moved along a stone path, with grass sprouted between the joints, but did not have time to otkobylyat several steps, as I heard the clatter of heels on marble and a female voice:

- Stand! Go here! -

Nat, holding her belly, turned around. Dasha stood by the thick stone railing. Difficultly overcoming the steps on unheard legs, Nat climbed back. Lanky ached, she had never done so many squats in her life ...

- Turn around! -

The girl turned to face the railing, gazing at the lake with anguish, where several naked torsos of bathers could be seen out of the water.

- Lean down! -

Nat leaned on the railing, pressing her breasts to the cold stone.

- Spread your legs! -

The martyr put her right leg aside and realized that she would not hold it. A stream of whiteness splashed from her backside. And just on the feet of Dasha standing behind.

“Well, bitch! ...” the pervert maid waved a black four-sided pyramid of thick anal dildo in front of Nata's nose. - This is for you. Do not thank!!!

The black rubber tip dug into Natella's pink hole and squeezed inwardly. Nat once again launched a jet, already around the pyramid, splashing Dasha’s hand. The moistened rubber jerked into the womb of the girl, leaving the thin black rim of the cork outside.

Dasha wiped her hand on Nata's hair.

- Now lick, bitch! - a prisoner standing by cancer received a knee kick in the ass, almost falling down, and knelt down. Turning quickly, as far as the stomach would allow, Nat leaned over Dasha's shoes, licking the lacquer surface with her tongue. The sperm-like slurry from her ass warmed slightly, but was still essentially cold. The salty taste of sour cottage cheese, lumps creaking on the teeth ... Holding back the lump that reached the throat, Nat swallowed the licked. She felt the pressure of fluid in her stomach. A little more and it will throw up. You have to hold on, otherwise things can get worse ...

- Enough. Wrapped it all ... Vali from here. Come on, crawl, crawl! - Dasha with a toe of a cleaned shoe pushed her face away and disappeared into the room. Nat did not get up, on all fours managed to climb down the stairs and already below, clutching the railing, with difficulty stood up. Again tried to leave. This time they didn’t stop her, and she went to the previously seen bush. But now she no longer needed to hide behind him ... Her tortured ass was tightly sealed ...

(To be continued)