Olya stumbled through the front door of the unfinished house, her short red hair disheveled and her big breasts heaving with each drunken breath. She was still wearing her white wedding dress, now stained with dirt and tears.
"Fucking bastard," she muttered to herself, her Russian accent thick and heavy. She had just gotten into a fight with her groom, and had stormed out of the reception in a fit of rage.
As she made her way through the dark and dusty house, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. She turned around to see two hooligans, their faces smeared with dirt and their eyes glinting with mischief.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" one of them said, grinning. "A lost little bride?"
Olya scowled at them, but deep down, she felt a flicker of relief. Maybe these guys could help her forget about her troubles.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Why don't you have a seat and relax?" the other hooligan said, gesturing to a bench. "We'll get you a drink."
Olya hesitated for a moment, but then shrugged and sat down between them. She was feeling frustrated and angry, and a drink sounded like a good idea.
As they drank, the hooligans began to stroke Olya's legs and breasts through her dress. She was too drunk to notice at first, but as they continued, she began to feel a warmth spreading through her body.
"You know, we've all had fights with our girlfriends," one of the hooligans said, winking at her. "Let's cheer each other up."
He took out his dick and placed Olya's hand on it, encouraging her to masturbate him. She was too drunk to resist, and began to jerk him off absentmindedly.
The other hooligan lowered her dress, exposing her big breasts, and began to grope them. Olya felt a mix of confusion and arousal as the hooligans touched her. She had never been with anyone but her groom, and this was all so new and forbidden.
One of the hooligans turned Olya around and pushed her down on the bench, spreading her legs. He pulled down her panties and began to fuck her, while the other hooligan shoved his dick in her mouth.
Olya moaned and hugged the hooligan who was fucking her. She had never felt so dirty and slutty, but it was also thrilling. She was being fucked in both holes, and it was more intense than anything she had ever experienced.
The hooligan in her mouth cummed first, followed by the one in her pussy. Olya was surprised at how much she had enjoyed it, and she couldn't believe what she had just done.
The hooligans then convinced Olya to suck them off at the same time. She hesitated at first, but then gave in to the pleasure of it. She was their dirty little bride, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.
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