Olga and her husband at the photo studio

The husband of a fat slut decided to spice up their intimate family life a bit. He decided that before leaving for another fuck, his bitch would have to perform some rituals. Before leaving the apartment, he takes the panties off his whore, puts them in her purse, and then passionately kisses her pussy. In this state—without panties on her pussy, but with them in her purse—she goes off to service another cock and, incidentally, satisfy her eternal slutty hunger. At her guest's place, she gets fucked in all holes, which are generously filled. And only before heading home does she take her panties from her purse, wipe herself with them, and put them on so that the contents of her pussy and ass don't

leak further. Upon returning home, her devoted cunt-licker husband takes the panties off his free prostitute, puts them on himself, and in this state begins to lick out the gaping holes of his wet bitch.

But here the slutty fantasy of the worn-out goat awakens. She wanted the panties to be somehow labeled and constantly hanging in the hallway in a visible place, so all guests would know about it.

The next day, you went together to the nearest photo studio where they apply inscriptions to clothing.

As soon as you entered, you were greeted by a young guy, seemingly even a bit shy.

— Good afternoon! What can I do for you?

— We'd like to have some clothing labeled, — the husband said confidently.

— T-shirts, caps? — the guy began to inquire.

— Panties, — said the husband.

— Pan... — the guy abruptly cut himself off.

— Yes, panties! — said the bitch and lifted her skirt, showing the guy her white panties.

After a brief pause, the guy forced out:

— W-what inscription do you need?

— "For husband," — answered the husband and added, — the inscription should be in the pussy area, and on the back, in the asshole area—a picture of a thick cock.

The guy, after another pause, forced out again:

— Do you have the inscriptions and drawings with you?

— No, we need to come up with something now, — the husband said confidently.

The husband walked up behind his whore, who continued to stand with her skirt lifted, and unceremoniously took off her panties. The guy was already starting to choke on his saliva, but he didn't want any other customers to come in now and ruin the whole thrill. The bitch continued to stand with her skirt lifted, now without panties, as if nothing was happening. The husband and the guy took the panties, started measuring them, selecting and adjusting the inscriptions and drawings. Then they turned the monitor toward the slut, who continued to stand motionless, and showed her the panty sketch. But she didn't pay much attention to it, as she felt lubricant already running down her thighs. After some simple procedures, the guy said to wait a few minutes for the paint to dry and calculated the amount for payment.

— Young man, don't you want to fuck this whore while the order is being prepared? So to speak, as a bonus for a job well done, — the husband offered his mattress to the young guy.

— Uh... your wife doesn't mind? — the guy asked again, embarrassed.

— In this case, this slut is not being asked, — the husband sharply cut him off and added, — if you yourself agree, then she agrees too.

The guy uncertainly began to unzip his fly and pull down his pants with his underwear, but he continued to sit on the chair and started jerking off, dumbly staring at the pussy of this bitch he was about to fuck.

When his cock stood at attention, the husband approached his slut from behind, pulled down her skirt, grabbed her ass, lifted her, and impaled her pussy onto the guy's cock. She greedily hugged him and started riding his dick for several minutes until they came simultaneously. Then the husband took his fat slut off the young guy's cock, took the now-ready panties, wiped the guy's cock and around his bitch's slit with them, and put them on her. Then he returned the skirt to its place, i.e., her waist. After that, as if nothing had happened, but satisfied, they left the studio and headed home. The guy continued to sit somewhat stunned with his pants down, but he enjoyed it too.

When they entered the hallway of their apartment, the whore stood in the middle of the room and began waiting for her husband, who undressed naked in front of her, got on his knees:

— My fat slut, may I lick off the sperm of your

today's fucker?

— My cunt-licker, that's not asked, it's done without permission and is mandatory, — the fat bitch cooed mockingly.

The cunt-licker pulled down her skirt, took off her thoroughly soaked panties with his teeth and lips, and put them on himself. Then with his tongue, he began to lick the waffle of her pussy. When there was nothing left to lick, he continued to lick both her holes until this slut came. After licking up those juices too, he stood up to his full height in front of her, took off her panties, which the slut immediately snatched from his hands and started shoving into his mouth.

— And now, you goat, look and listen, — the slut began to command, — go to the cabinet by the entrance door, spit out my-your panties, flatten them with your tongue so the inscription is visible. Starting today, when I go out to get fucked, you will take them from the cabinet naked with your mouth and put them in my purse. When I return, you will take them off me with your tongue, put them on yourself, lick me, and then return them to their place by the entrance door.

… They were clearly visible as soon as the apartment door opened…