The familiar sound of the key turning in the lock was enough to make Nastya's heart leap with excitement. She pushed herself off the arm of the couch, stumbling slightly as she made her way to the door. She had arrived at her best friend's apartment only a few hours ago, but it felt like a lifetime ago.
Nastya was a tall blonde with a big ass and small breasts, and she knew she looked good. She twirled around, showing off her wedding dress, the white fabric shimmering in the dim light of the apartment. She had spent the day getting ready for her big day, and now she was here, on the eve of her wedding, to spend one last night of freedom with her best friend.
"Nastya, you look stunning!" her friend exclaimed as she stepped into the apartment, her eyes wide with admiration.
Nastya grinned, feeling a blush rise to her cheeks. "I'm glad you think so. I wanted to look my best for my wedding night."
Her friend laughed and wrapped her arms around Nastya's shoulders. "You always look your best. Now, let's open this bottle of vodka and toast to your happily ever after."
The two women settled on the couch, the bottle of vodka passing back and forth between them as they laughed and reminisced about old times. Nastya felt the effects of the alcohol starting to kick in, her playful side coming out as she made insults towards her friend about her lack of a love life.
"I can't believe you're still single," Nastya said, shaking her head. "You're such a catch. Any man would be lucky to have you."
Her friend rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking for a man right now. I'm happy being on my own."
Nastya laughed. "You say that now, but just wait until you're old and alone. You'll be regretting it then."
Her friend stood up, a mock glare on her face. "I'm going to bed. I have an early meeting tomorrow."
Nastya waved her off. "Go ahead, I'll be fine. I'm going to finish this bottle of vodka and then pass out on the couch."
Her friend shook her head and left the room, leaving Nastya alone in the apartment. She leaned back on the couch, her head spinning as she took another swig of vodka. She was feeling drunk and playful now, her wedding day nerves long gone.
As she closed her eyes, she felt the two rottweilers living with her friend enter the room. They approached her, one of them sniffing her from behind and the other from the front. Nastya stirred as she felt the rottweilers pulling her off the sofa, leaving her on all fours with her dress hiked up.
At first, she was confused, but then she realized what was happening. The first rottweiler mounted her from behind and began to fuck her in her pussy. Nastya, still drunk, protested and tried to push the rottweiler away, but he continued to fuck her.
The second rottweiler approached her face and poked his cock at her mouth. Nastya, trying to object, opened her mouth and the second rottweiler immediately inserted his cock. Both rottweilers now fucked Nastya from both sides, one in her mouth and the other in her pussy.
The first rottweiler cums inside Nastya, filling her vagina with his sperm. A minute later, the second rottweiler cums in Nastya's mouth, causing her to choke as she swallowed all his sperm.
Nastya, still drunk, passed out on the couch, the two rottweilers laying down beside her.
The next morning, Nastya woke up with a headache, her wedding dress still hiked up and her body covered in the evidence of the previous night's events. She groaned, trying to piece together what had happened. She remembered the vodka, the insults, and the feeling of being pulled off the couch. But the rest was a blur.
She stood up, her legs shaking as she made her way to the bathroom. She stripped off her wedding dress and stepped into the shower, the hot water washing away the evidence of the night before.
As she stepped out of the shower, she couldn't help but think about what had happened. It was something she would never forget, and something she would never tell anyone about.
It was her little secret, and it was something that would always make her smile.
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