At the table sat a chicken, his friend in a hat and two bitches who were also impersonating someone, but you’d never know who. But the point is not at all in the costumes, but in the mood that reigned at that table. When he was already tired of the food, but still wanted a holiday, one of the chicks, without hesitation, climbed under the table and unzipped the cockerel’s pants. There, her pussy was already waiting for her, standing, pulsating and waiting for attention. And how was it possible not to sleep it off? The second chick followed her friend’s example and immediately began to willingly please the second satisfied guy.
