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I frowned as English subtitles played at the bottom of the screen, translating his Russian. Katerina returned to the antique couch and snuggled back up to me. Her hand grasped my wet cock, stroking it while Demyan's sister rubbed at my pussy. “What is going on?” I asked, blinking. “Your husband is making a speech about...” I frowned, reading the words, the sounds of gasping and moaning from tight pussy my futa-daughters, who were still enjoying themselves, fading as an unease settled into my stomach. “Is he talking about me?” “It is because of President Woodward that I have made this decision,” the subtitles read, appearing in stuttering blocks of white text. “I had wished to lead the Russian peoples to greatness, but I am not capable of negotiating with President Woodward's futa-perversity. She would use my darling Katerina against me.” “Mmm, yes, you would,” Katerina purred, rubbing her belly. “Such a wicked futa.” “She is,” Zinaida said. She brought cum-covered fingers to her mouth and sucked my girl-jizz off of them. I ignored them, my adorable stomach sinking. All my daughters were distracted. He sent his wife and daughter to keep me busy while he made his move. “This is why I am resigning the asian position of president effective immediately. My entire cabinet has already delivered their resignation to the parliament save for Konstantin Markov. It falls to him to guide our country into its future. Only he can make the decision for the good of our people.” “Who the fuck is Konstantin Markov?” I demanded. “Christina!” “Hmm,” my brunette daughter asked, lifting allure her face from between Toma's thighs. My daughter looked strange without her glasses on. She had pussy juices smeared over mouth along with white streaks of her own cum. “What's going on, Mother?” “Who is Konstantin Markov?” I asked while Zinaida and Katerina both giggled tight in delight. I stood up, abandoning them pair as they snuggled together. I hated being fucked with. “He's...” Christina blinked. Sam thought adorable back. I did so with my good hand, since using my other would make my wound hurt. She paused, and then I could see Dave moving in on her, I reached around her tight satinylegs as best I could, and allure spread her lips wide for my husband, while I continued to press the tip of my asian tongue against her hard nub of a clit. Still holding back tears she nodded her head several times and lowered her umbrella she had still been using as a shield. She involuntarily moaned the third time he did it, tugging gently on her oily nub, and tight pussy she immediately bit her lip having no idea how loud that noise at been. We are tongue kissing like two teenagers as I tease my engorged cunt lips with just a fingertip, enjoying the sensation of being so close to squirting for my lesbian lover. I could feel his bones creaking.