Olya, a tight-bodied slut with dark blonde hair to her waist, wore a short dress and black stockings—no panties, pussy already dripping. She and her cuck hubby Dimka arrived at Marat's cottage for some MMM adventure. Marat spiked Dimka's drink with sleeping pills and Olya's with meth. Within minutes, Dimka passed out, snoring on the couch as Olya’s clit throbbed, her brain swimming in horny haze.

Marat ordered, "Strip, bitch, and suck my cock." Olya obeyed, dropping her dress, her tits perky, nipples hard. She knelt before his cut cock, slippery pre-cum leaking from the helmet. She wrapped her lips around the hooded mushroom, tongue lapping the tight skin, tasting his salty bud. She deep-throated his whole shaft, throat relaxing around his circumcised meat, as her own pussy soaked the carpet.

Suddenly, two of Marat's Caucasian buddies entered. All three had circumcised cocks—uniformly trimmed. They handed Olya a rubber dildo, nine inches thick. "Ride this, cuntface," one said. She straddled the fake cock, lowering her wet slit onto its girth, bouncing her ass up and down, lips sucking the silicone. Her pussy squelched with each wet, desperate thrust.

Then they commanded she suck their cocks, one by one. Olya took each circumcised rod deep into her throat, jaws wide, bulbs sliding past her ravenous gullet. Each man came with a grunt, painting her tongue and