Olya's long red hair cascaded down her back as she stumbled through the door of her best friend's apartment, a bottle of vodka clutched tightly in her hand. She was wearing her wedding dress, the white fabric shimmering in the dim light of the hallway.
"Olya, you made it!" her friend exclaimed, rushing over to give her a hug. "I'm so excited for you to see the dress I picked out for you."
The two friends laughed and drank, with Olya getting drunker by the minute. She was usually a lightweight when it came to alcohol, and the excitement of her upcoming wedding had only made her more susceptible to the effects of the vodka. Before she knew it, she was stumbling and falling asleep on the sofa, still wearing her wedding dress.
Her friend left, leaving Olya alone in the apartment with two resident Rottweilers. The dogs entered the room, sensing a female presence, and approached the sleeping bride. One of them climbed onto Olya, who was now on all fours with her dress hiked up.
She stirred, confused and tried to protest, but the Rottweiler began to mount her from behind. The second Rottweiler approached her from the front, poking its cock in her face. Olya opened her mouth to protest, only for the second Rottweiler to immediately insert its cock.
Now, the two Rottweilers were fucking Olya from both sides, one in her mouth and one in her pussy. She twitched her long legs, covered in stockings, and screamed, but the Rottweilers continued to torment her.
The first Rottweiler began to cum inside her, filling her vagina with its seed. A minute later, the second Rottweiler cums in Olya's mouth, who choked and swallowed all of it. The second Rottweiler then mounted her from behind and entered her ass.
Olya was drunk and confused, but she couldn't deny the pleasure that was building inside her. She had always been a strong, controlling woman, but in this moment, she was completely at the mercy of the Rottweilers.
Finally, the second Rottweiler cums deep inside her tight ass, leaving the drunk bride covered in cum from all her holes. She collapsed onto the sofa, completely spent, as the Rottweilers curled up beside her, satisfied.
Olya couldn't believe what had just happened, but as she drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was a night she would never forget, and one that would forever change her.
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