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A warm summer evening. A limousine pulls up to a small, old mansion. We get out: you in a black dress and black shoes, me in a shirt with a bow tie, and both of us in black translucent masks. We climb the stairs and enter the doors, which are opened for us by men in tuxedos and masks on their faces.
We enter a dimly lit hall where there is a stage with a drawn curtain, and in front of the stage, chairs are set up in pairs with a small, soft, low table in front of each pair. We are shown to our seats and we settle into deep, soft armchairs. The hall gradually begins to fill up. Similar couples arrive and take their seats.
/> After some time, the main lights go out, soft pleasant music begins to play, the curtain opens, and we see a dark red chair on stage, and in the chair sits a huge black man in a red robe. In front of him is a coffee table with champagne in a bucket and two glasses. The hall falls silent.A large black woman emerges from behind the scenes. She is black as night and dressed in a red peignoir, which does not hide but rather emphasizes her magnificent curves. Unhurriedly, she approaches the chair, opens the bottle of champagne, pours the drink into the glasses, takes one glass, and sits on her partner's lap. She begins to feed him the drink, and meanwhile, the couple begins to kiss. The black man's huge hands begin to roam over the black woman's body, trying to reach her voluptuous curves. But the peignoir still holds its defense.
At this time, side doors open in the hall, and girls come out to us carrying trays with champagne. A slender, thin Buryat girl approaches our table, dressed in black stockings and black high-heeled shoes, black thong, black bra, and a black half-mask on her face. The girl says her name is Ayana and she is at our disposal today. Ayana hands us glasses of champagne, takes one for herself, and sits on our soft table.
And at this time, action begins to unfold on stage. The black woman opens her partner's robe and begins to kiss his powerful chest, gradually moving her lips lower and lower. The black man squints like a cat and sips champagne. The black woman goes lower and lower, gets on her knees, thrusts out her magnificent black ass, still covered by the peignoir, and frees the black man's apparatus, takes a sip of champagne, and gets to work. The black man gently but persistently guides the process with his huge hand.
Ayana tries to reach for my trousers, but we gently redirect her to you. She gets on her knees and begins to slowly lift the hem of your dress, gradually revealing your legs in shiny black stockings. The hem rises higher and higher; I get up from my seat and go behind the back of your chair to see everything from a much more interesting angle. Ayana has already reached the coveted goal, especially since you're not wearing panties today. My hands are already roaming proprietarily over the upper part of your dress, twisting your swollen nipples, and Ayana's tongue is working very carefully and diligently in your tender slit, and you really, really like it, which you unabashedly inform us with your long, deep moan. I slide the dress straps off your shoulders so nothing hinders my hands and begin to kiss you on the lips, which you try to bite to avoid distracting our neighbors from watching the stage.
And on stage, the performance continues. The black man got up from the chair, finally opened his companion's peignoir, and underneath was a red corset that tightly envelops the black woman, making her figure resemble a large black guitar. The black man firmly holds his partner by the breasts with one of his huge paws, and with the other, gripping her black neck, he forces her mouth to move in a rhythm known only to him. The black woman cannot cope with such force and has to take that huge black cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
At our spot, things are also progressing. Your dress is already off your shoulders and pulled up to your waist. Below, Ayana is working selflessly with her tongue, and above, you have unzipped my fly, pulled down my trousers, and taken care of my already ready equipment. You run it over your scarlet lips, slowly touching the tip of my head with your tongue. With one hand, you support my balls, and with the other, you carefully stroke my cock. And I really like this action. With one hand, I hold you by the breast, and with the other, I want to guide your mouth deeper, but you gently resist.
Then Ayana and I exchange glances, and with four hands, we turn you around in the chair. Ayana pulls your dress off, we drape you over the back of the chair, and I fully enter your mouth. Ayana removes her bra and again presses against your crotch, but now from behind. Her tongue moves incessantly, and now it has no boundaries. My cock is completely immersed in your mouth, and I fix your head with my hands and begin hard thrusts.
On stage, our acting heroes seem to have read our thoughts about using the chair more actively. The black woman lies on the chair head down with her legs on the backrest, and her partner tilts her head back and enters her mouth with the full length of his huge phallus, keeping his hands on the neck of his sexual victim. Even from our seat, we can see the huge cock moving in the black woman's throat. The huge black balls slap the black woman's face so hard that the sounds even reach us, but she can't even moan.
We like this option. We lay you on your back across the chair. I tilt your head back and begin to fuck your mouth; Ayana begins to kiss your breasts, inspecting your slit with the fingers of one hand, and teasing her own nipple with the other.
After some time, the disposition on both platforms changes. The black man lays his partner on her back on the chair, lifts her legs, and begins to enter her womb with his equipment. The black woman tries to control this process with her hands. Her legs end up on her partner's shoulders. One of the black man's hands firmly kneads her magnificent breasts, the other fixes the black woman's hands on the back of the chair. The movements become more and more ample.
On our battlefield, there are also changes. We moved the soft table closer to the chair. You are lying on your back on this structure; I enter your womb, holding your legs raised vertically, and Ayana stands over your face, and you have to work your tongue inside her. With your hands, you caress each other's breasts. And I like this picture.
After a while, we switch. Ayana goes somewhere; I sit in the chair; you get on your knees on the soft table and begin to give me a blowjob. Then Ayana returns; she has put on a small strap-on. Ayana approaches you from behind, places her hands on your ass, and gently and slowly inserts the strap-on into your womb. In surprise, you try to break free, but I firmly hold you by the neck and kiss you on the lips. You turn around, see Ayana, and calm down. I lower you onto your elbows again and direct my cock exactly where it should be. Meanwhile, I don't forget to check the breasts of my beloved woman. Ayana speeds up her movements; you hold onto my legs so as not to fall off the table, and I tirelessly check how deep your throat is.
At this time on stage, the black man turned his partner around in the chair. He placed the girl's knees on the seat, leaned her against the backrest, and entered her with his full black length. The huge black machine tirelessly took the black woman from behind. With one paw, he held his partner by the hair, pulling her head back and making her huge breasts sway in time with his movements; with his other hand, he held the black woman's hands behind her back, not allowing her any possibility of activity, and the girl completely submitted to the desires and movements of her partner.
Our friendly collective also decides it's time to wrap things up. Ayana stands with her feet on the chair and leans on the backrest; we place you on your knees in front of her and direct you to work on her strap-on; Ayana's hands explore your breasts, kneading and teasing them, giving you no respite. I enter you from behind, firmly holding your waist with one hand; with my other hand, I also want to get my share of your breast. We speed up the thrusts; Ayana slides down the chair; I release your breast and take her by the neck; you passionately kiss the girl, push my hand away, and take Ayana by the throat yourself; your other hand kneads her small breast. I hold you by the breasts with both hands and forcefully drive my cock into your vagina.
At this time on stage, the black man placed his partner in a kneeling position on the table, directing all her beautiful, voluptuous curves toward the hall. He himself, with pleasure and even some animal growl, continues to take his sexual slave from behind, holding her arms spread apart and giving all the viewers the pleasure of witnessing this beautiful action in its entirety. After some time, he brings both of the girl's hands behind her back and takes her by the throat with his paw, continuing to fuck her hard and incessantly. The black woman moans, trying to break free, but her partner is relentless. The table under the girl shakes violently; the black man growls. Then he suddenly stops, pulls out of the girl, turns her sideways to the hall, raises her arms above her head, and begins to masturbate his huge cock, aiming it at his partner's face. Not even five seconds pass before a huge stream of semen erupts and completely covers the girl's face.
And our friendly collective is already resting. I sit in the chair and sip champagne from a glass. You and Ayana are at my feet, kissing and trying to learn something else interesting about each other…