The evening miss...

Romea felt uncomfortable even though all her female friends were at the hen party. That night was for her, but she still had a bitter unrecognizable feeling, that haunted her mind.

"What will you wear on your wedding night? You probably won't fit into my present anymore", Valentina Mercutio quipped, as she pulled body-tight lace panties with garter hooks out of the gift box, "I don't know if somebody make one with room for a male package."

"At least you can still match my gift to something", Faustina Benvolio put the blue bra to her clothes, enjoying the moment with her womates, what was also expressed by her man's tail, which was sticking out from under her petticoat, "Something borrowed, something new, something sky-blue ... What would a wedding be without traditions."

"Presents don't matter, I'm just really happy that you, girls, came anyway, considering what happened this morning", Romea embraced her friends and they squealed with joy. All the women were already well loaded, what was highlighted by the empty white wine bottles lined up at the glass table.

"I wouldn't leave you in that position ...", Valentina replied, then blushed and looked at the rest with a curious gaze, "Besides, I was hoping that you would explain to us how to use this thing, since ... you've had more experience with guys."

"We even took some toys just in case", Faustina added equally committed, but when she saw slightly terrified Romea's face, she immediately corrected her own words, "Of course only if the stripper failed or something ..."

"Guess what, that guy isn't coming. No male stripper want to leave a home today. What a bunch of pussies", suddenly Rosaline appeared, holding her phone with frustration. She sat down in the armchair in the front of the other guests and groaned in pain, while crushing her balls. She forgot about them out of true anger.

"Why did you agree to do my bachelorette party anyway, Rosaline?", Romea folded her arms over her chest, and bridesmaids sensed the change in her voice.

"What do you mean? We are best friends, since dipers", the red-haired girl did not know what was going on, still massaging her damaged treasures, wanting to get rid of the males' ****.

"Oh, really?", Romea leaned forward. She felt a strange surge of power, as if her body wanted that exalting confrontation, "Do best friends hook up with friend's boyfriends?"

"You know?", Rosaline was shocked. She petrified in the chair.

"Yes, I knew. And you know what? Somehow I felt the urge to straighten our relationship a bit. After all, my wedding is coming soon, so I can't afford unregulated matters, right?", the testosterone rush made Romea's muscles tremble. She nodded to her womates, and the other girls got up obediently after her from the couch, "Valentina, Faustina, you wanted to see how the men's tools are used. I think Rosaline will be happy to help us demonstrate this."

The unpleasant feeling that Romea had from the beginning of the evening turned into a real desire for ****. She did not want to share Julius with anyone, especially not with someone like Rosaline. Nobody was going to fuck her man except herself.