Olya burst through the door of her best friend's apartment, her short red hair bouncing with excitement. She was wearing a stunning white wedding dress that hugged her curves and emphasized her ample assets. "Look at me!" she exclaimed, twirling around so the dress billowed out around her. "Isn't it gorgeous?"
Her friend, Natalia, popped open a bottle of vodka and handed Olya a glass. "To the bride!" she said, clinking her glass against Olya's. They both took a shot, and Olya felt the warm liquid spread through her body, loosening her muscles and making her feel more relaxed.
Natalia poured them both another shot, and Olya downed it without hesitation. She was feeling good, basking in the attention and admiration of her friend. She took another shot, and another, until she was feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her head was spinning, and she felt light and carefree.
Natalia had to leave for an emergency, leaving Olya alone in the apartment. Olya, still in her wedding dress, stumbled to the couch and flopped down, her head spinning. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
The apartment was home to two rottweilers, who entered the room where Olya was sleeping. They approached her, sniffing and sensing a female presence. The first rottweiler climbed onto the couch and onto Olya, who was still wearing her dress. He began to hump her from behind, his powerful hips thrusting against her.
Olya stirred, confused and disoriented. She tried to push him off, but the second rottweiler approached her from the front. He began to hump her face, and Olya opened her mouth to protest. The second rottweiler took this as an invitation and stuck his cock in her mouth.
Olya was now being fucked by both rottweilers, one in her pussy and one in her mouth. She was too drunk to fully comprehend what was happening, but her body reacted, twitching and trying to resist. She felt a mixture of fear and arousal, unsure of how to react. The rottweilers continued to fuck her, their powerful bodies dominating hers.
Olya's mind was a blur of confusion and pleasure. She couldn't believe what was happening, but her body was responding, her pussy wet and her mouth eager. She was being used by the rottweilers, but she couldn't deny the thrill she felt. She was their plaything, their toy, and she couldn't help but enjoy it.
As the rottweilers continued to fuck her, Olya's mind drifted away, lost in a haze of alcohol and pleasure. She was the bride, but tonight she was not the one in control. She was at the mercy of the rottweilers, and she was loving every minute of it.
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