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 Presidents in Private: Yulia Tymoshenko
Author: AnnaSiciliana ( https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Anna_Siciliana/www/ )
Title: Presidents in Private: Yulia Tymoshenko
Summary: Submission, lesbian, oral, anal, double penetration, celebrity,
threesome, mature, hairy, bottle, fisting, pregnant
Keywords: hirs, hair, breast, humil, rough, celeb, ds, dom, oral, anal,
preg, fist, toy
   "Ffffuck the E.U." Victoria hissed through clenched teeth.  The tongue
was slithering through her bald, puffy slit, sending warm shivers through
her belly.  Looking down, she followed the back of the blonde, braided head
of Yulia Tymoshenko as the ukrainian woman tried to get her tongue even
deeper into the american's chubby twat.
   Victoria Nuland moaned, her wide chest heaving under her jacket as she
turned her head to the side, smiling at the small, red-headed woman next to
her.  "See Jen, this is how our talks usually go around here.  Forget that
stupid shit that usually comes out of your mouth and just tell them what
they want to hear.  They'll be very grateful," Nuland said now turning to
Tymoshenko again.  "Won't they, Yulia?"
   Pausing for a moment and lifting her pretty, round face, shiny with
specks of Victoria's pussy juice, the ukrainian politician looked up and
smiled.  "Fuck E.U., yes," she nodded.  "And fuck Russia.  Fuck germans. 
Fuck all." Yulia's face became red with anger, and she eagerly sucked
Nuland's labia into her mouth, biting hard down on her clit.
   "Uhhh, fuck Tymo," the american groaned.  "I love it when you get
passionate like that..."
   Psaki watched with fascination as the blonde woman expertly slurped and
sucked on her predecessor's cunt, never having imagined herself to be in a
position like this.  This was only supposed to be an informal meeting about
the future of the new ukrainian government, but here she was, in a
limousine, just picked up from the airport, watching the older spokeswoman
gettin her pussy licked by the previous ukrainian prime minister.  "What's
wrong Jen?" Nuland asked.  "You don't like your pussy getting licked?"
   "Uh.  Ah.  Sure," Psaki replied, feeling a little uncomfortable.
   "Well, then what're you waiting for?  Spread your legs!" Victoria
laughed, patting the younger woman's thigh as she slowly pushed up her
bright, pastel-green skirt.
   Jen swallowed hard, suddenly noticing Yulia watching her expectantly as
well.  She took the hem of her skirt in both hands and slowly pulled it up,
until her shiny, yellow silk panties appeared between her legs.
   Without hesitation, Tymoshenko's slender hand ran inside the panties
from the side, her fingers brushing through Jen's growing pubes.  Ever
since she became pregnant, Psaki found it increasingly difficult to shave
herself, her growing pouchy belly getting in the way, and since she figured
she wasn't getting any sex anyway, she might just let it grow for a change.
Now she was embarrassed at her hairy, red-haired crotch.
   Paying it no mind, Yulia switched over between Jen's legs and pulled her
panties aside, her tongue immediately darting at Psaki's cute, short labia.
Jen never had felt something like this, not from a woman, so the sensation
was completely new to her.  Not only was this tongue more sophisticated
than any man's, she also knew exactly where to hit her, tug her, munch and
pull and tease her.  Years in prison had taught Tymoshenko a lot about
sucking pussy.
   Jen gasped, feeling the flexible wet muscle wiggle into her musky cunt
hole, lapping at every little bit of pussy juice there was.  Worried about
her baby belly getting in the way, she tried to hold it in both hands as
the ukrainian woman's nose rubbed at her pubes, her teeth tugging gently at
Jen's little clit.  For a moment she closed her eyes, lost in the feeling,
when she suddenly heard Nuland groan loud in the seat next to her. 
Startled, Psaki turned her head, watching as the busty brunette bucked her
chubby body up, pushing her hips down against Tymoshenko's hand, which had,
to Jen's surprise, disappeared entirely in the older woman's cunt.
   "Fuck!" the redhead exclaimed, "I didn't know...  how is that possible?
Doesn't it hurt?"
   "Mmmrrrr," Tymoshenko replied, spitting globs of foamy saliva at Jen's
hairy slit.  "You don't worry.  You squeeze baby out there soon, so you can
take little hand, yes?"
   Just as Psaki opened her mouth to protest, the blonde woman began to
casually reach deep inside her gaping, slick fuck hole with all four
fingers, stretching so wide it took her breath away.  "Ohmygod! 
Ohmygodohmygodohmygod," Jen gasped, trying to catch her breath while waves
of pain and pleasure coursed through her body, running around her belly and
creeping up her spine to her head.  Her breasts suddenly felt bigger and
heavier than ever and a wetness not only spread between her legs, but also
within her bra.
   "Oh god, what're you doing?" she squeaked, her voice giving in.
   "Fucking you with hand, of course, kurwa" Yulia replied.
   Nuland giggled, only to groan again when the kneeling woman twisted her
fingers inside her.  "Nnngghhhh, she's an expert at fisting," the chubby
woman moaned.
   Feeling her pussy ease up around Yulia's hand as she fucked Jen slowly
but deeply with it, the small woman once more clenched her teeth when
Tymoshenko finally squeezed her thumb along inside, her knuckles straining
the entrance of her pussy.  And then, with a quick, painful push, the hand
was inside her, making her feel full and fucked deeply like never before.
Jen felt her whole body give in to lust, losing control of herself, her
breasts lactating and soaking her bra while her cunt began to gush around
the hand that dug so deep into her fuck hole.
   "Oh gooodddddddd," she moaned as an orgasm rode through her, shaking her
uncontrollably.  Next to her, Nuland writhed in her seat, groping her own
supple breasts and squeezing them while the slender hand of the ex-prime
minister pushed hard up her chubby wet cunt.  Jen couldn't tell if she came
or not, but Tymoshenko finally pulled out her fingers again, leaving them
both feel stretched, gaping and empty.
   "Mmh, now get in position," Nuland said.  The blonde nodded
expressionless and turned around, getting on all fours on the floor of the
limousine.  Psaki watched hesitantly as Victoria pushed up the long, wide
skirt over the small woman's butt, revealing her white, round buttocks and
the fact that in the ukraine, at least prime ministers don't seem to wear
panties.  "Now watch," the diplomat said with a wink, slapping a butt cheek
with her hand.  "How do you like it?" she asked the kneeling woman.
   "I like it hard," Yulia replied.  "In all holes."
   While she was still answering, Victoria had already pulled out a long
bottle of vodka from her bag, opened it and began pouring the clear liquid
between Tymoshenko's butt crack, lapping at it as it ran down between her
legs, then began inserting the open neck of the bottle into the woman's
anus, slowly, with a lot of the contents dripping down on the floor of the
car.  "I learned this here," she explained to Psaki.  "It's called 'vodka
reverse'.  Gets you just as drunk but makes you cum at the same time."
   As if to confirm it, the blonde began to moan, pushing her hips back
against the bottle until the neck disappeared completely inside her butt
hole, the contents slowly pouring inside her.  Jen watched fascinated, not
quite sure what she should do now, when Victoria leaned in and kissed her
softly, smiling.  "Come on, fuck her pussy," she whispered, holding the
bottle in one hand while her other ran across Jen's wet, big breasts,
squeezing them.
   The redhead nodded, feeling her breasts lactate even more at the touch
of her predecessor's hand, shuddering as she reached between Tymoshenko's
legs, feeling a soft patch of blonde pubes, damp and wet from vodka and
other...  juices.
   Psaki had never touched another woman's vagina before, and even her own
didn't get much touching lately, since her pregnancy and all the work left
little time for intimacy.  She was surprised how easy it seemed, slipping
two fingers into that damp, warm hole, moving them in and out.  She could
feel the bottle move in Yulia's other hole as well, the hard neck sliding
above her fingers.
   Victoria drove her crazy playing with her breasts and she finally opened
her blouse and pulled them out, heavy and saggy from milk.  To her
surprise, the older woman leaned down and began sucking on them, slurping
up her breast milk as it came seeping out.  For a moment, Psaki didn't know
whether to be disgusted or turned on, then Tymoshenko's voice pulled her
out of her confusion.  "Uhhh, fuck me, yes?  Fuck my fuck hole all deep! 
With hand!"
   Jen hesitated.  Even though she just had experienced a fist fuck
herself, she was reluctant, not wanting to hurt anyone.  But damn, it hurt
so good, didn't it?  Her fingers began to dig deeper, stretching the long,
wide cunt of the blonde ukrainian.  First three, then four, going in all
the way until her thumb prevented them from going any further.  Nuland kept
on sucking her milk tits, thrusting the vodka bottle in and out of Yulia's
asshole, its contents pouring inside and sploshing out all around the
sides.
   Finally, Jen took heart and squeezed her thumb along.  Surprised at how
easy it all slid inside, she barely noticed as Tymoshenko took her whole
hand up her cunt, groaning and bending over more, only her butt sticking up
towards them.  She started fucking her, fucking her hard and deep and fast,
clenching a fist inside the woman's gaping cunt, pounding deeper and
deeper, fucking her like she had always wanted to get fucked herself, like
a stupid fuck cow, her cunt getting raped while her utters got milked
forcefully.
   The redhead was torn from her fantasies when Yulia groaned loud and
deep, her buttocks and thighs shaking like jelly while her pussy contracted
hard around Jen's hand, keeping it locked inside for a moment.  The two
americans paused for a while, then slowly pulled out of Tymoshenko's holes,
followed by a splatter of vodka and pussy cum, squirting back at them.
   Licking it up, Nuland then raised the vodka bottle to her lips, taking a
sip before handing it over to Psaki.  "Welcome to Ukraine," she said.
  
Presidents in Private - Yulia Tymoshenko