Obey your Master!
© Metallica, " Master of puppets" .
The heat that day was terrible. Karabas Barabas walked around the house in the same family shorts. He walked around all the rooms one by one, checking again and again whether all the windows were wide open, hoping to arrange at least a small draft. But, unfortunately, the street was not the slightest breeze.
Instead, the scorching rays of the sun treacherously broke into the open windows and only further heated the room. The long, blooming beard of the director of the puppet theater stuck to this sweaty chest and a huge round puz. His physiognomy, flushed from the heat, constantly made painful grimaces.
Rushing from room to room, he often suddenly stopped, throwing his gaze up and throwing his arms around himself, so that at least some breath for a second brought him a hint of coolness. The only room where he did not go and where the windows were not open now was his office.
Passing past the high, locked door, Karabas began to look more and more at her. There were still a few hours left before the evening performance, and he didn’t want to while away them in his workplace. However, he didn’t want to go in the heat, and to languish from the heat in the red-hot house was also beyond his powers.
The tall bearded man sighed condemnedly, felt the key hanging on his neck, opened it and carefully opened the door of his office. Immediately, his face was filled with the cool and stale smell of book dust and naphthalene. The study window, which already went to the shady side, was not just closed, but covered with a thick curtain, so the air inside, though not very fresh, was not heated in the same way as in the whole house.
Once inside, he immediately closed the door tightly behind him and, not believing in his happiness, began to fan his sweaty belly and chest with a beard like a fan. Then he went to the far corner of the office, there was a large bookcase with old folios and a desk, some papers were laid out on it. On top of the papers lay a small black whip, which everybody, without exception, was so afraid of.
Karabas Barabas took her in his hands and began to pensively stroke his fingers with a fairly worn hand. He even closed his eyes from pleasure when he remembered that limitless power that she gave him over his subordinates.
There were not very many dolls in the theater, and all of them were stored here - they were hung on hooks along the walls of the office. The owner turned and glanced along the walls, as if he wanted to make sure that none of the dolls had run away in AWOL before the performance.
Holding the whip in one hand and gently patting his seven leather tongues with his free palm, he slowly and imposingly walked along one wall, then turned around and just as importantly walked along the other in the opposite direction. The proprietor of the theater frowned, moving her eyebrows, then smiling, almost choking with laughter - he scrolled through the scenes from today's private show.
Karabas led the theater for many years, and without exception, his puppets were eighteen long ago. Therefore, the repertoire of corpses has recently become much more diverse. More recently, it includes very bold performances, aimed at fine connoisseurs of savory and frank shows. And given the imperious disposition and impetuous temperament of the artistic director, it is not difficult to guess that between performances he often allowed himself a real harassment in relation to artists.
Once again at the table in his office, he narrowed his eyes, peering at the dial of his desk clock. There was plenty of time before the performance, and the coolness and twilight of a familiar room unexpectedly contributed to the emergence in his creative mind of a certain kind of fantasies and desires.
The director again glanced around at the dolls still hanging on their hooks, came closer and began to choose his victim for the midday torture. Sometimes he liked to punish them, and he was also convinced that this allowed him to maintain his authority among the troupe.
The other day, in front of everyone, he whipped his Harlequin with a whip, ostensibly because he hadn’t hit Pierreot hard enough on a past performance. Remembering how he was screaming and twitching, desperately trying to pull his painted pants back on the crimson from the whip back, right at the time of the whipping, Karabas grinned as he walked past him.
Then he stopped near Basilio with Alice and grimaced when he again imagined how this bastard couple had recently committed herself to dirty adulteries at night right here in this office. Having been heated up during the performance, at night they somehow jumped off their hooks and found themselves on the favorite sofa of Carabas standing along the wall of the office. He caught them as he passed by and heard by chance how the old springs creaked rhythmically. Naturally, both of them immediately flew in for it!
The dolls of the dog Artemon, Pierrot and the glamorous coquette Malvina were hanging next. Standing in front of the last one, Karabas began to scratch the whip handle behind his ear, trying in vain to remember when it was the last time he brought the blush on the milky-white half-eyes of this arrogant blue-haired Sykuha.
Then Karabas decided that the absence of such memories is already quite a reason to stop today's choice not for her. Without thinking twice, he took Malvina off the hook and breathed noisily at the doll from under the hem of naphthalene-smelling air. Then he spread her legs so that she could stand without help, put in the middle of the office, and he sat on the sofa and waited, twirling his favorite whip in his hands.
After a couple of minutes, the doll barely noticeably moved, first one hand, then the second. Then his head turned slightly. Gradually, the doll's body began to acquire more and more realistic features, and soon it became almost a real girl. With the only difference that she was as tall as all other dolls, a little over half a meter.
Waking up as if from a dream, Malvina began to look around. Realizing that she was not in the theater and that the presentation was still far away, and near her there was a half-naked Karabas Barabas twirling in her whip, she instantly realized what it all meant and why he woke her up.
She had nowhere to run, and there was no one to call for help, because as long as the doll hangs on a nail, she cannot do anything on her own. Therefore, she sighed heavily with her snub nose, silently approached the theater director, threw up the hem and pulled off her breeches that ended at the bottom of her hips with silk laces.
Karabas immediately picked it up with his hands and laid himself across his knees. He thrashed the paws even lower - in a way that their gum was now tightening the legs of a girl. And the hem of her magnificent little dress pulled up to the very shoulders, exposing not only the ass, but also the bottom of her slim back.
Malvina lay in such a way that her head hung down from one male knee, touching his leg with the chin, and her legs tangled with ryaduzas hung from the other knee. The man put his left hand on the girl's back in the area of the shoulder blades, crushing blue wavy hair along with the edge of the hem, and imperiously pressed the unhappy doll to his thigh.
In his right hand he had a whip, with which he immediately began to whip a little snow-white girl's tail. Although Karabas slapped his dummy to the ass not even in half, but probably in a quarter of the strength, the thin-skinned sensitive girl was abound. With each new slap, she began to squeal a little, and on her beautiful buns, light pink stripes instantly appeared in those places where the whip licked them with her black leather tongues.
Carabas Malvine flogged ass just now. He had nothing to punish her for. Perhaps, in itself, this fact was the reason for punishment. He did this for prevention, so to speak. And also because he terribly liked how ...
she squeezes her little delicate ass before each slap and how then she squeals abruptly in a thin voice when the whips of the whips once again scald a little defenseless tail.
Squinting her eyes, the girl bit her fist with her teeth and took ass spanking from her master with her ass. All the Malvina's little body shuddered, when seven evil black leather tongues repeatedly licked painfully two soft and tender girlish buns. And then they again hoisted up to burn the white-skinned girl her naked glamor ass again.
Zadik burned like a red pepper. Especially in the first moments after the next “kiss” of leather tongues. From this, a girl with blue hair desperately kicked her legs, which is why her beautiful lace breeches slipped lower and lower until they finally jumped off their feet and were on the floor.
Now it became much easier to push your legs, and she jerked with them with might and main and waving them in different directions, whimpering, shouting and receiving more and more powerful blows with a whip on a bare ass. Small shoes soon flew in different directions, one after another. These movements of the doll legs obviously aroused the old sadist, and he did not notice how he began to invest in this preventive spanking too much zeal.
Tears flowed from Malvina’s doll eyes, she cried and screamed in her voice, and her tender ass continued to mercilessly burn and paint with evil pink black painted tongues of the seven-tail leather lash. To endure such a glamorous beauty could not afford.
And so, when the whip last doused with fiery heat, as if mixed with stinging red pepper, her little pink ass that had already become a hot pink, the last girl screamed and calmed down, and her whole body went limp and hung limp on her knees at Carabas. .
He immediately stopped her flog. And after a moment, he felt as if he had fainted, the unfortunate girl being flogged by him “boiled hot water over his knees” from his small hairless slit, which had been rubbing it on its elastic hairy thigh all the time. Immediately several small warm streams of girlish shame flowed over male shins. With bated breath, he enjoyed the brackish trickles flowing from the little girl between his legs pleasantly tickling his hips and then slowly flowing down the hairy calf.
Then he clamped the handle of the whip in his teeth and lifted Malvina with both hands, grabbing his arms. Her head with a huge blue bow hung limply to one side, and her slender legs in white golfers alone were relaxing down. But Carabas looked now not at them.
In the place where the completely bald girl's pubis rubbed on the bare thigh of Carabas, a large round spot of shiny grease formed on its hairy surface. He had long suspected that this little lustful pervert was excited when she was punished. And now he finally became convinced of this.
Breathing heavily and frowning thick eyebrows, Karabas glanced at her hairless pubis and two snow-white rollers of plump sexual lips, abundantly moistened with transparent slippery secretions. Although the director had unlimited power over his dolls, he, nevertheless, did not often have the opportunity to witness their intimate charms for a long time at close range.
Malvina never came to his senses. Finally, a small golden droplet slipped out of her slits and flowed down the snow-white skin of her thigh. Shaggy bearded man has long wanted to know what the pussy tastes like in this proud coquette. But he did not dare to find out, because he knew the female nature too well and did not want to give her the reason to manipulate herself.
But now the case was just perfect for this - she is without feelings, and it is unlikely that she will remember later on. A little thought, the bearded man laid his subordinate on his back next to him on the sofa. He himself released a whip from his teeth and, pressing the girl's hips to her doll tummy, bent over with a shaggy physiognomy right above the wet hairless slit.
In this position, the genital lips spread widely, shamelessly exposing the barely noticeable fold of the tiny clitoris and the pink nature of the girl with blue hair, glistening with moisture. Not believing in what he is doing now, the man poured out his huge hot tongue from his mouth and covered the entrance to the narrow vagina of the doll with a pair of marble-white crescents of perfectly smooth sex lips.
Salty-sweet taste, intoxicating barely perceptible girlish smell, moist heat and quivering tenderness of young depths between the legs at the beauty hit him in the head. “UUMMmmmmm ...” - Karabas was muffled under his nose and began to lick Malvina enthusiastically with a crack. The male tongue, like a giant slug, slowly crawled from the bottom to the top between her widely spread hips from the butt to the navel.
The rough, velvety surface ravaged delightfully on the thin crimson inner sponges, persistently tightened the leathery hood from the pea of the clitoris, trying to slide along its most sensitive top. The tip of the tongue sometimes dived into a narrow crack, sinking into the quivering pink bliss of the girl's mink. And then he climbed the upper arch of the wet cave, trying once again to find a tiny hole with a needle eye, from which sometimes it was possible to suck a tiny brackish drop of warm girlish shame.
The doll was still senseless and, as if fearing that she was about to wake up, the bearded man was in a hurry to enjoy the taste and tenderness of such affectionate and shameless charms of this wayward mokroshselka. His beard and mustache rubbed and scratched the thin skin of the inside of her thighs, butts and pubes. And the language was insane, unceremoniously exploring the most secret corners of the vagina of a young white-skinned beauty.
He shoved his huge tongue into the girl as deeply as he could, passionately sucking on her sensual clit with her long stubble lips, and then smacked her loudly, frantically sucking Malvina with her mouth wide open, which she covered at the same time with her lips along with pubes and sex lips from navel to buns.
Karabas Barabas only occasionally broke away from the causal place of a little snub-nosed girl, and then only to enjoy the sight of a hairless girl's slit, reddened by the hot asses. And after a moment, he again spread his legs wider to her stomach and with a new force was sucked into it, not forgetting to periodically roll the tight pink ring of her recently torn ass with the tip of her tongue.
And only when the doll's breathing became more tangible, small convulsions began to run through the body, and the girls' glands began to react to caresses and fill the pussy with lusty little son with slippery grease, the owner, fearing that she would wake up and understand everything, interrupting this passionate cunnilingus in frustration in the soul and recoiled from the lustful crotch of a young actress in his theater.
He left her on the couch in the same position. Her legs, on which he no longer pressed, leaned forward slightly, but remained shamelessly apart. The clitoris, still peeking between the labia, was barely noticeable twitching, never waiting for an orgasm. The beautiful and flat girlish tummy was moving up and down evenly, now and then jerking shakily, which eloquently betrayed a strong excitement that engulfed the doll, to which feelings had barely begun to return.
Two-meter Karabas Barabas stood at the head of the bed and looked at first flogged, and then brought him to the pre-orgasmic agony Malvina. He was furious at not being able to copulate violently with this blue-eyed half-meter nymphet now. All that was left for him was to run his hand into his underpants and violently move his fist there, staring at such a sweet pussy of a naked girl sprawled before him on the back.
And here he had a brilliant idea. Without taking his hand out of his free shorts, he reached for the Harlequin doll hanging on the wall, removed it and placed it in the middle of the room. He knew that Malvina, although he always contorted ...
from a virgin, often gives him when such an opportunity. And she is not very concerned about the fact that absolutely everyone around knows about it, including Carabas and even Pierrot himself.
According to the plot of some private performances, Harlequin sometimes had time to see Malvin on the stage. However, she remained at the same time in a dress, and the audience could not see what was actually happening under her hem, when Harlequin leaned on top of her or attached himself to the back, bending over with cancer. But the dolls stubbornly whispered among themselves, that he did not pretend to be easy, but quite truly fucked her during performances - she was very loud and realistic with her moans and sobs!
After a couple of minutes, the Harlequin doll finally took on human traits. He threw a stick on the floor, which he usually threw at the Pierrot ridge, entertaining the public. He looked at Carabas, then at Malvina, still lying on the sofa and exhausted from unsatisfied lust. The director caught his eye and, without ceasing to masturbate, nodded affirmatively, answering the dumb question of the puppet that had just come to life.
Without thinking twice, Harlequin let down his pants, jumped up with his legs on the sofa and lay down on top of Malvina. The round-faced slybryuga came to her senses for a long time and saw perfectly through the slightly open eyelids what was going on around her, but she never opened her eyes completely, not wanting to influence those on the script of this improvisational and such exciting interlude.
Once on top of an excited girl, a quirky kid immediately with a familiar movement sent her into a slippery lubrication crack his instantly leaping member and cheerfully backed up. His elastic rolls were briskly moving up and down between Malvina's relaxed snow-white hips, which began to swing back and forth like wings, in time with the energetic frictions.
The blue-haired actress of the puppet theater turned her white round face to the wall and breathed noisily with her mouth slightly open. Passionate breaths were heard from it, against the background of which the sensitive rumor of Harlequin caught tiny squeaks. He had heard them many times before, when he long sweetly fucked this glamorous baby mokroshchelochku. He was driven mad by how long she could balance literally on the verge of ecstasy, without losing the thrill of sensations herself and warming her interest and excitement with her passionate and genuine exclamations.
The stubborn lover, without ceasing to move his ass, pushed both hands under the corset of a highly raised girl's dress and covered them with the gentle mounds of Malvina’s miniature breasts. erotic stories Thumbs, he began to crumple and pull at the sensual needles of small standing nipples.
These caresses in combination with a skillful, temperamental and such a deep fuck aroused the lustful blonde pupa even more. She squeezed the edge of her lush hem into her fists and tugged at the lace fabric, unwittingly beginning to podmahivat her little tail to meet the jolts of an impressive member of the Harlequin in the slit warm and slippery juices.
Karabas stood beside him and watched this process with a contented grin on his shaggy face. Deciding to add more passion and heighten the drama of this improvisation, he removed one more doll from the hook with his hand, and set it on the floor in the middle of the cabinet. A born sadist now decided to enjoy the sufferings of Piero, who will be forced to watch his favorite girl with blue hair fuck, like pre-vypori.
Harlequin glanced at the doll that had begun to come to life in a high cap and a white dress with long sleeves. Then he turned his gaze to the master of the dolls and after that began to spire the little girl lying under him with a vengeance. Her white-pink ass, painted with a whip, hopped across the couch even higher and more often, and her pussy, rattled off from the furious and deep sticks, smacked so hard that this sound drowned out the creaking of old sofa springs.
Not seeing Pierrot yet, Malvina did not understand what exactly prompted the passionate lover to increase the pace and power of fucking, having strengthened his interest in her beautiful and tender pussy. She clasped his bare ass with her slim legs in lacy golf. Mad with lust, the girl began to moan loudly and violently push the male firmament inward, enjoying the still deeper and frequent penetrations of the hard piston, which has now become even thicker and hotter.
If Karabas Barabas had done nothing, they both would have ended violently before the doll Piero revived and began to suffer from this spectacle. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to witness his moaning, the bearded big man picked up a stick thrown from the floor by Harlequin and once loudly slapped it on his bare bottom.
In response to the frightened look of the young fucker, he shook his head in disapproval and threatened him with his finger, hinting that he should not be in such a hurry. Not daring to contradict the formidable director, the naughty boy slowed down the pace of fucking and the depth to which Malvina was pushing his impressive elastic organ into the narrow ruined hole.
Realizing that the wave of such a close and desired orgasm suddenly began to recede, the white-faced, snub-nosed sissy opened her eyes and looked at her fucking and loosing her breast so sweetly, and then turned her gaze to where he was looking.
Both of them saw how Carabas had, in the meantime, transferred the stick raised from the floor into the hands of Pierrot, who was stunned by the spectacle that appeared before his eyes as soon as he awoke. He did not really understand what they wanted from him, sluggishly wrapped his hand in the stick extended to him right through the fabric of his ugly long white sleeves.
At first, the expression of horror frozen on his face was replaced by despair, mixed with despair. But then, when he felt in the palm of his hand a hard instrument that the director of this action had put in his hands, a flash of righteous wrath suddenly flashed in his eyes.
Being sure that the Harlequin now seized his girlfriend with force and against her will, Piero gave in almost suddenly bestial instinct awakened in him and decided this time to beat his own lover with the same stick.
Grabbing a weapon for beating stronger with both hands, he swung at her over his head, and then violently brought down on the back of this smug freak, whose crap penis is now sticking into the quivering and sensual nature of a beautiful girl with blue hair under it.
Harlequin flinched and howled in pain. The next blow with a stick fell on his ass. Then followed a chaotic series of not too painful, but frequent slaps, jabs and slaps, which, however, made the dodgy kid take retaliatory actions.
He decided to spite Pierrot, without taking out his penis from such a sweet and warm girlish pussy, to clasp her arms and roll onto his back. Now he was at the bottom, and the glamorous naked girl was on top of him. He firmly pulled her to his neck and continued to fry a member into a crack now below. She is still pink and hot from recent whipping with a leather whip ass popped up.
Pierrot, of course, immediately stopped waving a stick, as now he was afraid to hit Malvina with it. The newly confused expression hardened on the face of the underbody in a high white cap. He looked at Carabas standing next to him, but he only rounded his eyes, deliberately stretched his lower lip forward and put his palm out before him, masturbating, making it clear with his air that he had nothing to do with it.
Realizing that further decisions would have to be made only to himself, Pierrot, deceived and humiliated, watched for a while as Malvina, distraught with passion, galloping in the uplifted and brilliant term of her lubricant, loves a young rider. A small and beautiful naked girlish ass makes monotonous rhythmic movements towards the jolts directed to her hairless slit that flows out with grease.
The tightly closed pink ring at the same time played up, then contracting stronger, then almost completely relaxing, as if luring and even demanding anal ..
penetrations. Malvina clearly teased Pierrot, moving in a similar way with her recently flogged ass and never ceasing to enjoy the slit of Harlequin with pleasure with a click until it stops.
Lowering the stick, the poor fellow silently looked at all this, not knowing what to do. How many romantic walks they had with Malvina under the Moon! ... How many sincere and passionate poems he dedicated it! ... How many words and oaths of love and loyalty he said! ... But he still has never even seen her tender charms.
Only once, emboldened, he decided to put his hand on her ass. Even through the fabric of the magnificent dress, he then felt all the tenderness and warmth emanating from her buns. And then, realizing that she did not object, he reached under the hem with his hand and even tried to lower the shirts. And when with his fingertips he barely touched the velvety skin of her naked ass, he almost finished his pants with happiness ...
And now this slapjack now so easily fucks his beloved and so desirable girl with blue hair! ... And she ... She, having closed her eyes from pleasure, shamelessly sweeps his back and blows away from his penetrations. Pierrot fated staring fixedly at how the pink ring of her tender point plays, and how the two snow-white sexual lips stretch, once again deeply swallowing the member of Harlequin introduced between them.
Malvina herself now and then shamefully stared at the romantic poet standing next to her, and then, looking down, turned away again, unable to interrupt the act of copulation with Harlequin. Knowing that this loser Piero continued to watch her, she constantly straightened the bow on her head and for some reason pulled up golfers, all the time slipping from her legs during her passionate fuck.
The Harlequin, who had been holding her by the shoulders before, finally gave her a little straighten up and now grabbed hold of the warm buns. He began to paw, crush, squeeze and stretch them, then hiding a pink girl's point between them from the gaze of the observers, then again exposing him. Gentle flesh is becoming wider and wider than the parting of the anus of the beloved girl that stirred and stirred up the mind of the unfortunate guy.
In the end, he could not stand it, and, tearing off his pants, under the approving cry of Carabas Barabas, he resolutely jumped on the sofa and attached himself to Malvina's ass. Tangled in long sleeves, he began, with trembling excitement, to direct his thin red-headed bone process into her miniature back hole.
Of course, no one asked for consent to anal penetration in blue-haired white-haired girls. And Harlequin, oddly enough, did not object to the fact that Pierrot will join their orgies. On the contrary, he spread her buns with his fingers as wide as possible and became less violently hammering the doll's cunt from the bottom, so that the ass did not shake so much, and the second member could slip into it more quickly.
Carabas, who watched the awkward attempts of the naughty white-clad man to perform his first anal act in his life, took pity on him and coughed in a pointed manner to attract his attention. As soon as the inept lover looked up, he put his fingers to his mouth and pretended to be spitting on them.
This experience was immediately put into practice. Piero bent his head down, and a long whitish spittle rushed from his mouth to exactly the place where the crimson head of his modest member, deformed from pressure, was desperately trying to unclench the walls of a tight and completely dry girl's anus.
The moisture immediately solved this problem, and the process of the guy in the white cap confidently crawled into the girl in the ass, powerfully pushing the tender and hot bowels. Hands in long sleeves lay on the waist of Malvina and slightly pulled to him to compensate for the effort with which he pushed his penis into her tight tail.
When Piero managed to master a girl's ass, Harlequin continued to hammer Malvina's sweet sex slits from below. Sensing now double penetration into her sensual body, the girl could no longer hold back her moans. Having blinked with her long eyelashes several times, she threw her head up, closed her eyes and, holding the high bow on her head with one hand and with the other leaning on the harlequin's chest, obeyed the dual rhythm of anal-vaginal fucking.
Now two male organs spoiled her holes from the inside. They moved at different speeds and penetrated to different depths. The trunk of the Harlequin moved boldly and confidently, delighting every cell of a sensual girl's writing, and each time resting on the distant arch of her bosom, causing unprecedented bliss. Pierrot’s inept pod often jerked frantically in his tight ass, throbbing and quivering every now and then, but the very fact that he was there was driving Malvin crazy now, giving this double fuck a distinctly obscene character.
Immediately after Pierrot felt all the warmth and elastic tenderness of a still shamelessly milky ass with blue hair, his whole male temperament unexpectedly boiled up in him. It seemed to him that he was frying her little girl still rosy after whipping a doll backside as if it were the meaning of his whole life. His hands clung to the little girl in the hips with such force that bruises would probably remain there.
Harlequin did not lag behind and with all the stare pussy glamor sissy, loudly slapping the bottom of the stomach on the hairless girl pubis and excited sensitive clitoris. White sex lips stretched his imposing member and glittered from the abundant love secretions. All this was accompanied by a characteristic rhythmic choking.
Piero did not take his eyes off the beautiful girl's ass, which is now fucked. He didn’t cook his eyes and enjoyed how two small elastic and tender girlish buns are shaken with each new impulse, how small waves are dispersed along them, like in milk pudding. He drank in the pleasure that Malvina’s taut ass gives him now, sucking sweetly on his very modest size process.
Standing at the head of the sofa, Carabas was the best to see Malvina's marble-white round face. She was still trying to hold her huge bow on her head, but he still slid to the side. Fucking in two holes at once drove the lewd doll crazy. Raising her head a little up, she moaned in time with the jolts of both members, opening her small mouth wide.
Unable to resist the temptation, the doll master extended his hand, laid it on her head, taking the bow, and slightly tilted it to himself. With the other hand, which all this time was tucked inside the family panties, he took out his huge ruffled dick and brought a plump burgundy prick to the girl's mouth.
Malvina had to open it as widely as she had never done before. All her face stretched like rubber, and the little snub nose wrinkled when the huge director's cock spread her beautiful scarlet lips and, taking a small tongue, rushed straight to her throat.
Tears splashed from rounded and bulging girl eyes, and from the depths of the small mouth came a muffled and squeezed moan mixed with a gurgling wheeze. For a while she made no more sound and did not even move. Only squelching and rhythmic slaps came from her eagerly fucked at once by two members of her pussy and ass.
A minute later, Malvina resigned to the sensations of a huge dick in her mouth and even began to suck it as far as it was possible. Karabas, unlike the other two lovers who had fucked the girl in silence, began to react violently to the blowjob. His huge and ready-to-burst seed fountain prick was barely placed in a little girl's mouth, rubbed against the palate and tongue, when he was deeper with his hand pulling the doll head of the girl on his piston.
Processed now by three members at the same time, Malvina was the first to break into orgasm. Desperately screaming with her busy huge mouth, she flinched several times, arched herself, and then subsided and shook with a small tremor, pouring out transparent streams of hot grease from her little pisyulka.
at the same time, her inner nature also trembled and vibrated. The walls of the skillfully fucked vagina were reduced, blowing a wave, compressing and caressing the trunk of Harlequin planted in it. He could not stand the second and, loudly howling, erupted with three biting streams of sperm that hit her little son in the arch of her little pink cave and in the neck of an over-excited uterus, causing a repeated, even stronger wave of orgasm.
Recently, she skillfully whipped off a black leather whip and, from this, a noticeably rosy maiden ass jerked convulsively several times and began to pulsate again with a shudder, violently squeezing Pierrot deeply inserted into it. He immediately shot a couple of short spitting sticky sperm, which spilled a pleasant warmth, filling the close anus of a young girl.
Looking, as his dolls passionately end one after another, Karabas Barabas also could not resist and pumped a thick and long stream of his thick white male kissel straight into the narrow neck of Malvina. All that did not get the girl inside, immediately rushed out and began to flow in muddy streams on the chic girlish chin right on the toad of her gorgeous blue - the same color as her hair - the dress.
Three dolls lay on the couch along the side, catching their breath after the orgy. Karabas, grunting quite a few times, stumbled toward a large cabinet that stood at the entrance to the office. Along the way, he used one hand to refill his household, satisfied with Malvina, into his underpants, and with the other hand to scratch his butt with his usual movement.
Opening a creaking polished door, he removed a large towel from the shelf, threw it at the dolls, told him to clean up, and left the office. Harlequin was the first to grab a rag thrown at them and began to wipe the belly that was wet from the girl’s juices and his now noticeable fallen dignity. And Pierrot, with his still standing upright, rushed to embrace and soothe Malvina, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa and quietly whimpering, covering her face with her hands.
The cabinet door swung open again. The male dolls, having caught sight of the owner, hurriedly jumped off the floor and began to pull on their pants. As soon as they managed to do it, one by one they hit their hooks on the wall. Only a girl with blue hair continued to sit bare ass on the old sofa upholstery and cry from everything that happened to her.
Karabas Barabas threw on his shoulder another towel he had brought soaked in warm water. Without saying a word, and without showing any sympathy, he began to take her crumpled and sperm-stained dress from Malvina. She had to jump off the floor and, obeying the owner, stretch her arms up.
Now she stood in the middle of the office completely naked - in some golf courses alone with the old pervert and was already ready for the worst. But the bearded sadist did not hurt her anymore. He threw the dress removed from the doll to the floor, to where the loose shirts that had flown from her during the flogging were lying. Then, holding her head with one hand, he took a towel in the other and began to wipe the little tear-stained face.
Then he wiped their girlish shoulders and arms, then switched to breasts, abdomen and back. After that, he squatted on his haunches and, loudly grunting, wiped with her warm, damp terry cloth her ass still remembering the tongues of the black whip, completely bald pubis and slits, as well as slender white legs. Malvina was so surprised that she even stopped sobbing. Without being ashamed of her nakedness, she silently clapped her long cilia, obediently squatted and turned, allowing the theater director to bathe her.
Having finished with this process, he got up, picking up old girly leggings and a dress from the floor. Leaving the almost bare doll to dry, he walked back to the big closet. This time, he opened his other door and drew out from there what made the cunning girl who was watching him with a sidelong glance and make a noisy deep breath with a wide-open mouth.
On the hanger, which was held in the hands of Carabas, hung simply a stunning dress made of first-class calico, embroidered with subtle blue lace. The neckline was decorated with pearls, and the lush crinoline hem sparkled with thousands of tiny glitter. The girl just could not believe her eyes!
While the actress was trying on her new chic stage outfit, the director carefully watched her graceful and such exciting movements. He was very excited, how, just hiding under the dress, her little beautiful pussy is showing up for a while, while Malvina straightens the hem and pulls the corset on her waist.
“Today you will join without it” - he shook in his hand with crumpled lace leggings. “The most respectable audience has long wished to see what you have there, and I urgently need to raise fees from performances! ...”
The girl with blue hair didn’t answer anything, but only, without hiding a smile on her face, patted her eyelashes and izkosa slyly looked at her master. Then she made a few graceful steps, grabbed the edges of her dress with her hands, lifted them high and broke into a deep curtsy, almost squatting. Carabas, who did not take his eyes off her, again saw such a sweet holoschelochka, naked for a moment, between her slender white legs.