Tamara vs. Irina
Uzbeki Wife vs. Russian Girlfriend – Tamara’s Fight for the American Dream
By Mr. Chain

WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT

Tamara was born and raised in the rural hills of Uzbekistan, sheltered from the complexities of the modern world. Her family lived in an isolated village of about 200 people which seemed stuck in time, and raised goats and chickens as well as growing cotton on their hillside farm with Tamara responsible for the care of the goats. She was an only-child and home-schooled with no real friends growing up and only occasional interaction with other children from the village. Her house had neither electricity nor running water and was heated by a single wood burning stove. Needless to say, her childhood was very difficult although it was the only life Tamara knew.

As her 18th birthday drew nearer, her father began the customary process of finding a man for his daughter to marry and arranging her wedding. He sought out a family from a neighboring village with a son who was similar in age to Tamara and agreed the terms of the wedding contract, with Tamara’s family paying 5 goats for the right to marry their son. Two weeks before the wedding, Tamara’s father took her to meet her new husband.

Having never been on a date and rarely even speaking to a boy throughout her life, Tamara was; not surprisingly; very nervous. But upon meeting him, she instantly fell in love and became euphoric about her impending nuptials. Just one week before the wedding however, a complication arose as another family from a neighboring town also proposed marriage for their daughter to the same boy. Under ancient law in the region, the two girls were required to fight for the right to marry with the winner earning the right to marry while the loser was banished from the province. So on what was supposed to be her wedding date, Tamara would instead be fighting for her life.

Her whole world was turned upside down on that day, and not in a good way, as Tamara lost the fight and her shamed family sent her to live with a distant aunt in New York City just a day later. Unable to speak English and with just 100,000 Uzbekistani Soms in her pocket (the equivalent of about 50 US dollars), Tamara was picked up at the airport by her aunt and uncle, whom she had never met. She was given a small room in the basement of their home and took a job in their restaurant, washing dishes and cleaning tables.

Tamara lived in despair for the next year, working 16 hours per day, 7 days per week at the restaurant to pay for her room, with only a small allowance added on top. When not working, she was too exhausted to do anything other than sleep alone in her small room and cry about her situation. After that first year however, she finally decided to take control of her life. She convinced her aunt and uncle to allow her to wait tables at their restaurant and was permitted to keep some of her tips, using the money to pay for English classes, which she attended at night. She then convinced them to allow her to take a second job as a waitress in a local bar, providing her with the opportunity to earn a few extra dollars as well as the chance to meet new people.

After her second year in America, she finally began to live a more reasonable existence and enjoy some modern amenities. She bought herself a mobile phone and small television to connect her to the outside world as well as some new clothes and beauty products. She even, on a rare occasion, had the opportunity to go out with some of her new friends who gradually convinced her to quit the job at her aunt and uncle’s restaurant and get her own apartment. After months of persuasion, she did just that, breaking the ties with her family and getting a small apartment in a rough neighborhood. But Tamara continued to work long hours, 7 days per week at three separate low-paying jobs in order to afford her modest lifestyle, at the expense of her social life. All of that changed a couple of years later however when she met a Russian man named Alexi at one of the bars she worked in.

They began to date and she quickly fell madly in love with him. Eventually he persuaded her to quit all but one of her jobs and move in with him, changing Tamara’s life forever.
Alexi opened her eyes to a whole new world, things like a comfortable home and eating at nice restaurants, but even more importantly, he provided her with some much needed affection. As a result, Tamara’s personality gradually changed from a reserved and timid wallflower with little self esteem to a more outgoing and self-confident woman. The most notable of those changes took place in the bedroom where Tamara had grown from being an apprehensive, naive virgin into a passionate and adventurous student who was eager to try anything her man wanted, well almost anything. The one thing Tamara would not agree to was bringing another woman into their bedroom, despite the fact Alexi repeatedly tried to persuade her to do so.

After living together for about a year, Tamara became pregnant and a few months later, they married. She had a second child less than a year later and her life seemed perfect. She had a loving husband, two healthy children and a comfortable home, and for Tamara, life was perfect. In her wildest dreams she could never have imagined things turning out as well as they had and she often thought back to her first years in America and how far she had come.

Several years later, Alexi decided to buy a small apartment building in their neighborhood in order to generate some extra income, and that’s when things began to change. He was home less frequently and even when he was home, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. The couple’s sex life; which had always been active and imaginative; also suffered to the point where they were barely making love at all. Tamara tried her best to arouse him, wearing sexy lingerie and buying some new toys, but none of it worked. Finally she decided to confront him about it, and the result was devastating. Alexi readily admitted to sleeping with other women and was very relaxed in doing so.

“Of course I have other woman! I ask you to let me bring other woman into bed with us, but you no want to, so I go and find one for myself!”

Tamara began to quiver as tears filled her eyes. Her fairy tale world seemed to be falling apart right in front of her, causing her to flashback to her time in Uzbekistan. She had lost a man before because of another woman and she was determined not to let that happen again. As a result, her despair quickly turned to anger though that anger was not directed at Alexi, but rather at his mistress.

“Who is this woman!” Tamara demanded.

“You not need to know!” Alexi barked back at her.

Seeing his angry response and sensing that her husband was not willing to back down, Tamara knew that her marriage was at risk and all of her insecurities returned as she quickly reversed course, questioning herself instead.

“Am I not good enough for you?” Tamara asked pitifully.

Moving next to her, Alexi softened his stance, placing his hand on her thigh before responding.

“You have beautiful, round face ….. nice body ….. and best ass in world! You are good wife and good mother. Alexi want to come home to you each night …. but Alexi need more. So accept this and do not interfere, or Alexi will leave you.”

His message was clear as Tamara stared back at him, seeing the look of resolve in his eyes. She either had to accept this situation, or lose her husband for good. Just then Alexi stood up and walked out of the room before grabbing his coat and going out, leaving his wife to ponder her future as he went off to be with his mistress. As Tamara sat there however, she knew exactly where he was going, and what she had to do. Just as she had done many years ago in Uzbekistan, she was going to fight for her man, though this time the outcome would be different. She would win the fight, claim her husband back and do it in such a way that he would never want to be with anyone else, ever again. Quickly reaching into one of her dresser drawers, she grabbed one of the many thong bikinis he had bought her over the years and slipped it on before putting on an overcoat and following him.

Alexi had parked his car in front of the apartment building he owned and walked up to the second floor before knocking on the door. A few seconds later, a sweaty, out of breath, bikini clad woman opened the door.

“Alexi ….. what took you so long?” she asked while still catching her breath.

Irina had just completed a 30 minute jog on her treadmill while wearing a scant, purple bikini as Alexi kissed her hello and walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He then grabbed her and tossed her down on the bed as Irina giggled loudly, kicking her legs in mock protest. He pinned her to the bed, but she overpowered him and flipped him onto his back, pinning him down before beginning to tell him what she was about to do with him in her sexist voice. But Alexi stopped her, telling her to get up as took a seat on the foot of the bed.

“My wife knows.” he stated. “She ask me if I sleeping with other woman and I tell her yes. But don’t worry, she not know who you are or where you live.”

Irina did not look alarmed, and instead seemed calm and at ease.

“It was just a matter of time.” Irina replied evenly, “and it’s just a matter of time before she shows up here. But don’t worry, I’ll be ready for her!” she purred confidently.

Having moved to New York from Moscow with her family when she was only 13 years old, Irina had some things in common with Tamara, but contrasted with her quite significantly in other ways. Like Tamara, Irina moved out of her parents’ home when she was 18 years old, but unlike Tamara, Irina’s move was by her own choice. Unlike Tamara, Irina had always been a self-assured, independent girl and was anxious to have her own life on her own terms.

She started attending college by day, having earned a full scholarship by seducing the Dean of Admissions, and took a job as a personal trainer in a health club at night. But not satisfied with her income level, she also took a job as an exotic dancer on the weekends, allowing her to live comfortably at an early age. She was just about to complete her college degree when she met Alexi while trying to rent one of the apartments in his new building, and he was immediately smitten with her. Alexi agreed to give her the apartment and just a few minutes later, the two christened it by having sex in the bedroom. He told her that he was married and Irina was unfazed. In fact, she actually liked the idea that he didn’t want a permanent relationship. He was handsome, fun, great in bed and paying her rent, which was all that Irina wanted at this point in her life. Their affair had been going on for over a year with both of them enjoying its’ perks and neither having any intention of giving it up.

As Alexi continued to explain what had happened with his wife, just a short time ago, there was a knock on the door and Irina immediately knew who it was. She never had house guests, other than Alexi and not even her own family knew where she lived. The two stared at each other, until finally Irina tossed her towel to him and opened the door.

“Are you the bitch who is having an affair with my husband?!?!” Tamara yelled.

“Please …. Come in!” Irina replied smugly, stepping aside to let her in.

Tamara walked in as Alexi walked forward, the married couple now staring at each other.

“Tamara, I tell you not to interfere in Alexi’s business. You go now.” he barked back at her.

Tamara then took her coat off to reveal her skimpy bikini before standing defiantly with her hands on her abundantly wide hips.

“I’m NOT going Alexi. You are my husband so I am going to kick the shit out of your girlfriend and convince you that I am the woman who can give you everything you want!”

Irina stood and watched with a smirk on her face, and once Tamara finished talking, she chuckled out loud while mockingly staring up and down Tamara’s body. She began to move threateningly forward as Tamara stood her ground, the two coming nose to nose.

“So ….. YOU are going to kick the shit of ME … eh? Okay ….. we will fight ….. and if you beat me …..”, Irina began to proclaim before Alexi interrupted, sternly assuming control of the situation.

“Tamara, I warn you not to interfere in Alexi’s business! Alexi like his life as it is! But if you must fight, then you fight by Alexi’s rules. If you win ….. then Alexi stop seeing Irina. But if you lose ….. then you belong to Alexi AND Irina. You do as Alexi and Irina say ……today and always! Do you accept these terms?” Alexi demanded in a hardhearted and unemotional tone of voice.

Unflinching, Tamara continued to stare at Irina while agreeing to her husband’s terms.

“I won’t lose!” Tamara then stated confidently while turning to face her husband, an emotionless expression on her face.

“We shall see!” Irina replied with a smug smirk as the two women moved to opposite sides of the room while Alexi took a seat on the sofa.

Tamara fixed her eyes on her opponent, contemplating what was about to happen. In some ways this was a case of déjà vu as she was; for the second time in her life; about to fight for her man. But this time was very different than the first in many ways. Unlike the last time, Tamara was fighting by her own choice, and she had much to lose. She was not only fighting for herself, but for her family as well. She was desperate to keep the life she had made with her husband, her children and her home, and Irina was a threat to all of that. Tamara was also far removed from the naïve 18 year old who was forced to fight in Uzbekistan, and much more prepared for battle this time around.

She glanced at her husband, turning partly around to give him a better view of her curvaceous ass which protruded out from beneath her nearly invisible thong. Alexi stared at it, repeating what he had told her many time before.

“Best ass in the world!” Alexi mumbled.

The mutter bought a slight smile to Tamara’s face as she faced Irina once again with her hands placed defiantly on her hips. With a pretty face and long, wavy, dark blonde hair, Tamara had narrow shoulders with tits which were proportionate to her upper body. She had a slender waist and reasonably flat stomach though her body then spread wide from that point downward with a spectacularly oversized ass and strong, thick thighs from her years of climbing up and down the hills of her childhood home.

Irina on the other hand had a much more proportionate body, taut and svelte with long, strong legs, slightly muscled arms and a dimpled midsection. Her chest was smaller than Tamara’s, as was her ass, though it was nicely rounded and much more symmetrical to the rest of body which glistened from the sweat of her earlier workout. She stared at Tamara with a mischievous and somewhat evil-looking gaze as both women finally began to move toward each other.

As Alexi sat back on the sofa, Tamara suddenly darted forward, angrily snatching two handfuls of Irina’s hair and roughly yanking her head to the side. The younger Russian followed suit, grabbing hold of Tamara’s hair as well, though she was now at a disadvantage as Alexi’s wife jarred her from side to side. The two women ripped at each other’s hair for several seconds with Tamara keeping the upper hand before Irina began to wildly punch at Tamara’s head with one fist while ripping at her hair with the other. Tamara was the one backpedalling now, but after taking several hard punches to the side of her head and face, she finally propped one leg behind her to leverage her powerful, lower limbs before ripping Irina to the floor by the hair while falling on top of her.

Forcing the younger Russian onto her side, Tamara hastily lifted one leg while hauling Irina’s head beneath it and then locking it in tight leg scissors. With the brunette’s head now locked between her powerful thighs, Tamara continued to rip up on her hair as Irina frantically kicked her legs in a desperate attempt to free herself. Her frenzied kicking did little to change her situation however as Tamara kept her thighs squeezed tightly around the Russian, squashing her skull with crushing intensity.

The two entangled women rolled on the floor with Tamara sitting upright and Irina spread beneath her, unable to escape the suffocating hold as she was forced onto her back, Tamara continuing to rip at her hair with one hand while reaching to grab hold of Irina’s bikini top with the other. With a mighty yank, the blonde then ripped the young brunette’s top off and tossed it aside, Irina’s screams of anger muffled by Tamara’s clenched, meaty thighs. As the Russian girlfriend’s furious kicking began to gradually diminish, the Uzbeki mom reached forward and dug her fingernails into Irina’s small tits, gouging them sadistically.

Irina’s screams grew louder, more high-pitched and more intense though they continued to be muffled by Tamara’s thighs, the tortured Russian furiously kicking her legs once more. Finally however she clamped her own nails onto Tamara’s juicy thighs and dug in, causing the Uzbeki mom to scream in pain herself. But despite the pain, Tamara continued to lock her legs around Irina’s head while ripping at her tits, the younger Russian trying desperately to fight back though the pain was becoming unbearable. She managed however to turn her head just enough so that she could sink her teeth into Tamara’s inner thigh, biting down as hard as she could into the bare skin.

With an anguished shriek, Tamara quickly unlocked her legs, allowing Irina to bite down even harder on her loins while unclenching her nails from Tamara’s thigh and shifting the attack to her ass. She sank her nails into the two huge mounds of flesh, burrowing deeply into the soft, yielding skin as Tamara squealed even more loudly. With her body convulsing in pain, Tamara began to furiously punch down at Irina’s head, slamming several herd punches against it before finally Irina covered up by extracting her fingers from Tamara’s ass and rolling away.

Separated as both remained on the floor, the two women were breathing heavy as they each tried to recover from the attacks, Irina topless as she got to her knees while Tamara’s bikini remained intact as she too knelt upright. There was a pause as Alexi watched intently, stunned by the intensity of the fight so far though he had no intention of intervening. Just then Irina lunged forward, grabbing Tamara’s bikini top and ripping it off of her body as the blonde slapped at the younger woman’s head with her open hands. Irina tossed the small garment aside as the now topless Tamara continued to deliver a flurry of slaps to her head and face, but the younger Russian then dove forward, wrapping her arms around the blonde’s torso and muscling her onto her back. Falling backward, Tamara suddenly found her arms being pinned to the floor as Irina straddled her, quickly sliding up her body before kneeling on her arms to lock them to the floor.

Trying to thrust her hips up into the air to knock Irina off of her, Tamara’s lower body gyrated violently up and down though that did little to stop Irina from keeping her pinned as she hovered ominously above the older blonde’s face. Irina then reached behind her and grabbed the string on the side of Tamara’s thong, tugging on it to untie the knot as the tiny piece of material fell off of Tamara’s bucking legs, leaving the Uzbeki wife and mom completely naked.

At Alexi’s demand, Tamara always kept her pussy cleanly shaven, and now it was exposed for him to see as she continued to try and kick her legs to break free. But Irina then reached back once again and dug her fingers into both sides of Tamara’s camel toe, scraping the soft, sensitive skin on the bald labia with her sharp nails. The Uzbeki blonde’s screams were ear shattering as Irina stabbed her womanhood, Tamara finally planting her feet and thrusting her hips upward to launch the Russian off of her. Shooting forward, the top of Irina’s head struck the leg of a coffee table as she fell face down, dazed by the force of the collision. Tamara meanwhile rolled onto her side and massaged her aching pussy, her body shivering in pain.

Watching from his seat on the sofa, Alexi was surprisingly calm as his wife struggled to recover while his girlfriend was left stunned by the blow to her head. He had no intention of stopping the fight however, instead wanting to see who would be victorious as Tamara finally rolled over and got to her knees, crawling over to Irina before ripping her bikini bottom off and angrily throwing it at Alexi. He caught it while staring back at her, but his face remained stoic as Tamara turned her attention back to her squirming adversary.

Grabbing hold of Irina’s legs, Tamara rolled her onto her back before mounting her. With her legs straddling the younger brunette’s chest, Tamara tried to corral Irina’s arms to lock them beneath her legs, but the Russian instead lunged upward and grabbed the blonde by the hair before beginning to jar her head back and forth. Tamara’s entire body shook from side to side as she remained perched atop Irina, but she managed to send a hard slap across the Russian’s face, forcing her to break her grip. Tamara then quickly knelt upright once again before dropping down and sitting on the younger woman’s face. Irina tried to force her off by pushing blindly on her midsection, but Tamara kept her balance while gyrating her big, white ass downward to completely engulf the brunette’s face.

Sliding onto the edge of his seat, Alexi watched intently as Tamara suffocated her enemy in the crack of her ass, but Irina abruptly reached up and locked her claws into the Uzbeki wife’s tits, angrily pulling on them to try and rip them off of her body. Tamara screamed in pain but did not get off of Irina’s face, at least not until the brunette bit her ass, locking her teeth on the inside of Tamara’s anal cavity. With the pain overwhelming, Tamara fell onto her side as Irina rolled with her, grabbing her by the hair and rolling her onto her back before pinning her arms beneath her legs once again. This time however, Irina began to slam the back of Tamara’s head against the floor, repeatedly ripping it up by the hair before slamming it down. The blows left Tamara in a stupor as her legs fell limply to the floor and spread open, her arms wedged beneath Irina’s knees and pinned to the ground.

“You surprise me Tamara ….. I didn’t think you would put up much of a fight.” Irina growled as she stared down into Tamara’s face, the blonde’s eyes red and glazed over from the blows to her head.

Irina then stood up, leaving Tamara to roll onto her stomach as she squirmed on the ground, trying desperately to regain her senses. The younger Russian meanwhile strolled over to Tamara’s husband and sat on his lap, Alexi instantly placing his hand between her legs and fingering her as his suffering wife slowly got up onto her hands and knees while facing in the opposite direction. As a result, Tamara’s huge ass was facing in their direction, marred by deep, red scratch marks and causing Irina to turn to Alexi and gently remove his hand from her pussy.

“Best ass in the world, eh? We’ll see about that!” Irina said as she stood up and walked over to the still groggy Tamara.

Mounting Tamara from her midsection, Irina then wrapped her long legs around the blonde’s middle before reaching back while lifting her arm high overhead. She then began to spank Tamara in the ass repeatedly, the loud SMACK echoing around the room.

“Come on ….. geteee up!” the young brunette shouted playfully as she slapped the blonde wife in her oversized ass.

Falling flat, Tamara was helpless as Irina then folded the Uzbeki’s legs behind her and crossed one over the other before sitting on them to bend them painfully. She then grabbed hold of Tamara’s wrists and ripped her arms backward, hoisting the blonde’s upper body off of the floor in the process before trapping her arms beneath her legs as well. Tamara’s body was now rolled dangerously into a ball, her legs curled agonizingly inward and her spine curved hazardously as Irina began to rip on the blonde’s pretty face, wedging her fingers into the corner of Tamara’s mouth to pull it apart as Alexi’s wife screamed in pain. She continued to adjust the attack, ripping on Tamara’s nose, then puncturing her cheeks and ripping her mouth apart. The blonde was defenseless as her face was mangled by her husband’s girlfriend while a long string of saliva dripped disgustingly from the corner of her stretched mouth as Irina made sure that Alexi had a good view of his tortured wife’s face.

“Her face is not so pretty any more ….. is it Alexi?!?!” Irina shouted as his wife’s badly contorted facade was being torn apart as she spew a garbled howl of pain and protest.
“GGLLLUUUUHHHH …… PP LL EE AA SS EE ……….. NO MORE …… MMMPPPPHHHH!!!”

Finally however Irina stood up again, allowing Tamara’s bowed body to unfurl and collapse limply to the floor as she groaned softly in pain while lying face down. Her Russian rival stood over her, Irina’s feet straddling her torso as she stared down onto the back of Tamara’s head. She then began to wedge her toes into the crack of Tamara’s giant ass, shoving them forward as the blonde squirmed beneath her, moaning in pain. After lodging half of her foot into Tamara’s anal cavity, Irina finally pulled it out and stood over her, staring into her back.

“Is that it?” Irina barked at her. “Are you finished?”

Humiliated and great pain, Tamara monaed desperately but was nonetheless not giving up as she slowly began to press herself onto her hands and knees as Irina stepped aside, allowing the Uzbeki wife to continue her struggles. But once Tamara had risen to all fours, Irina brutally kicked her in the midsection, knocking her onto her back. With her arms laying over her head and one leg bent at the knee while flat on her back, the naked Tamara gazed feebly up at her attacker. Irina was enjoying the opportunity to humiliate Tamara in front of her husband and began to drive her foot into the Uzbeki’s pussy, lodging it deeply into her twat as the blonde wriggled on her back, in too much pain to fight back. Gradually Irina removed it as Tamara tried to grab the foot but the Russian stomped down into the blonde’s stomach, pounding it to punish Tamara for making the attempt.

As her body fell flat once again, Tamara gazed up helplessly as Irina walked up toward her head, this time pushing her toes into Tamara’s nose. She wedged her big toe into one nostril and the one next to it in the other as Tamara squirmed and flailed frantically beneath her, raising her hands to try and remove it. Irina quickly extracted her foot from the blonde’s nose but then stomped down into Tamara’s belly yet again, jarring the battered wife who tried to roll onto her side and recoil. But Irina forced her onto her back once again, this time shoving her foot into the Uzbeki’s mouth. She stuffed it in so deep that Tamara began to gurgle and then wretch, wriggling as she tried to pry the foot away. She was too weak to have any success however as Irina rammed the foot down her throat before finally pulling it out as Tamara tried to reach for her attacker’s legs, prompting Irina to stomp down on her belly another heartbreaking time. Recoiling before she rolled onto her side and curled into the fetal position, Tamara was disgraced as her husband looked on, emotionless. Irina strolled over to him and took a seat on his lap a second time, Irina staring into his eyes.

“So ….. do you think that’s it?” she asked playfully while stroking Alexi’s hair.

He stared back at her with a sinister smirk, but then glanced down at his naked, helpless wife who was desperately trying to get up, though not having much success. He shook his head dismissively, ashamed of her downfall and showing little sympathy for her predicament as Tamara gradually got to her knees but then slumped back down, in too much pain to remain upright.

“I guess all that’s left is for me to fuck your husband!” Irina then shouted down to the disgraced wife, provoking Tamara into another attempt at getting up and continuing the fight.

Slowly getting to her hands and knees, Tamara brushed her hair back from her face with one hand while trying to recover, prompting Irina to push herself off of Alexi’s lap and continue the fight. She slowly strolled over to the kneeling blonde and violently grabbed her by the hair, ripping her onto her feet before hoisting Tamara’s body up and onto her shoulder. Irina jostled the Uzbeki wife around to adjust the distribution of her weight, wrapping her arm around the back of Tamara’s thighs as the blonde’s legs dangled in front of her body while her upper body drooped down behind her. Carrying the immobile, Uzbeki wife’s body like a carcass as it draped across her strong shoulder, Irina smirked at Alexi as Tamara’s large, round ass protruded upward. Pausing to display the captive blonde like a trophy, Irina’s taut, powerful body glistened under the lights as Alexi stared at his girlfriend with admiration while continuing to show no empathy for his wife.

“Best ass in the world, eh?” Irina taunted again as she began to spank Tamara’s butt with her free hand, the huge and well-rounded mounds of pale flesh quivering wildly with each slap.

With her arms hanging limply down Irina’s back, Tamara desperately tried to dig her nails into her captor’s ass in order to attack in any way possible. Irina flinched, but then quickly charged rearward to ram Tamara’s back against the wall with a horrific jolt, repeating the onslaught multiple times until Tamara relinquished her grip and once again, hung limply off of the girlfriend’s shoulder. Irina then walked back toward Alexi before heaving the dangling wife’s legs off of her shoulder, causing Tamara to fall straight down toward the floor, the top of her head slamming against it before the rest of her body followed. Lying flat on her back, her arms and legs spread open, Tamara was knocked out cold from the blow to her head as remained motionless except for her chest heaving up and down from her heavy breathing.

There was no longer a question as to the winner as Irina planted her foot on Tamara’s face while flexing her arms in a victory pose. She remained that way long enough to allow Alexi a good view of her sweaty, naked body before finally stepping across Tamara’s prone body. She walked into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of champagne, once again stepping on Tamara’s face before popping the cork, the bubbly liquid spewing out and spraying down onto the knocked-out wife’s body. She then took a mouthful herself before handing it to Alexi.

With Tamara still unconscious, Irina kept the champagne in her mouth as she stood up, grabbing hold of Tamara’s ankles before rolling the wife’s legs up toward her head to fold her in half. She then spread her own legs and stepped over Tamara’s to straddle them while keeping the folded wife in the humiliating position. She then leaned forward, clutching hold of the blonde’s wrists and pinning them to the floor as she stared down into the wife’s face. With their legs now entwined, both of their asses pointed backward as Irina motioned for Alexi to get up and come over. As he did, Irina spit the champagne out of her mouth and into Tamara’s face, jarring the battered wife into a state of consciousness. With Tamara unable to move, she stared helplessly up at Irina as the Russian directed Alexi.

“Now it is your turn Alexi ….. fuck the one you want!” Irina shouted as Alexi came up behind both of them, the two pussy’s right in front of him. It didn’t take long before he rammed his cock into Irina’s pussy and began his forceful, rhythmic motion. Already aroused, it wasn’t long before he spew his load into Irina’s warm, welcoming cunt as the Russian girlfriend squealed in ecstasy. Tamara could do nothing but lay there and cry, tears rolling down her rounded cheeks. Backing away, Alexi moved aside as Irina stared deeply into the Uzbeki wife’s eyes, a satisfied, sinister smile on her face.

“You are mine now!” Irina whispered ominously as she slid herself forward before dropping her cum-filled pussy onto Tamara’s face to smother her.

THE END