Here comes the bride and her sister

The host bellowed into the microphone, and the spotlights flared up:

“And now… Here comes the bride and her sister!”

The crowd erupted.

Svenja and Sara stepped onto the stage together. Both were already soaking wet; their long white shirts clung to their bodies like a second skin. They exchanged a brief glance—pure rivalry burning in their eyes. Then they really gave it their all.

They wanted to win.

They wanted to humiliate the other.

The two sisters stood side by side at the front edge of the stage and began to outdo each other. They danced hard, provocatively, and obscenely. Svenja turned around first, bent forward deeply, and stuck out her fiery red ass. She pulled her wet shirt up past her hips, spread her legs, and wiggled her butt so that her dripping, bare pussy and tight pink asshole were visible to the whole club.

Sara wasn’t going to let that slide. She turned around as well, squatted even lower, pulled her butt cheeks apart with both hands, and presented her pussy and asshole spread even wider. Her inner labia were already hanging out, slightly swollen and glistening wet.

The sisters outdid each other with increasingly brazen poses:

They rubbed their wet tits together, pulled each other’s nipples, took turns spreading their legs, and showed their dripping pussies head-on to the audience. They got down on all fours, crawled a bit forward, and wiggled their asses while slapping each other’s glowing red buttocks.

Jan had the perfect view.

Through the cameras embedded in the stage floor, he saw everything crystal clear from below:

The wide-spread legs, the dripping, open pussies, the swollen inner labia, the little pink assholes that contracted and relaxed with every movement. Thick, shiny strands of their love juice stretched from their pussies down to their thighs and dripped onto the stage. The wet, red butt cheeks wiggled right above the cameras.

In the wide shot, he saw the big picture: two gorgeous sisters trying to outdo each other, wet, almost naked, in see-through shirts that clung to their bodies like a second skin. The perverted slogans on their shirts stretched across their breasts and pussies. The crowd went wild—but in the end, the cheering was noticeably quieter than it had been for the previous girls.

Svenja and Sara had really given it their all.

They had kneaded each other’s tits, spread their asses apart, displayed their dripping pussies, and acted like two cheap porn actresses.

Nevertheless, they were clearly not the winners of the evening.

The crowd had already decided on the other girls.

Svenja and Sara stood next to each other, breathing heavily, their wet shirts clinging to their bodies, their nipples hard, their pussies open and dripping, their asses glowing red.

They had lost.

Lisa just smiled sweetly from the side and whispered softly:

“Time for the punishment…”

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 took charge of the punishment with broad grins.

They stood behind Svenja and Sara, grabbed their wrists, and snapped the handcuffs tightly behind their backs. The metallic click was clearly audible. Both sisters now stood there with their hands bound, their wet shirts clinging to their bodies, their nipples hard and clearly visible.

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 knelt down in front of the two of them at the same time.

They reached under the long, wet shirts to pull the panties aside and insert the vibrating eggs. But instead of panties, their fingers felt only bare, warm, smooth skin. Girlfriend 3 froze. Her fingers slid right over Svenja’s bare, dripping pussy. Girlfriend 4 had the same experience with Sara. Both looked up in shock—first at each other, then again at the sisters’ completely naked, wet pussies, then at Lisa for help. Lisa just shrugged casually and smiled sweetly. “They’re the ones who chose this,” she said calmly and loud enough for the bystanders to hear. “Just make a proper show out of it.”

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 exchanged another brief glance—then they grinned. They made a real show out of it.

Instead of discreetly slipping the eggs under their shirts, they slowly and provocatively pulled the sisters’ wet shirts up past their hips. Svenja’s and Sara’s bare, glowing red asses and their dripping pussies were now fully visible to the entire club.

Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 turned the two sisters with their backs to the audience, bent them slightly forward, and pressed their upper bodies down so that their asses were high in the air and their pussies wide open, facing the audience.

Then they slowly inserted the vibrating eggs.

With Svenja, Girlfriend 3 pushed the first egg very slowly between her swollen, glistening labia. You could see the outer lips parting, the inner pink lips stretching, and the egg disappearing millimeter by millimeter into her wet pussy. Svenja moaned loudly.

At the same time, Girlfriend 4 slowly pushed the second egg into Sara’s dripping pussy. Sara’s pussy was already much more open and wet. The egg slid deep inside while Sara whimpered softly.

Both sisters now stood bent over, their hands tied behind their backs, their wet shirts pushed up, their bare, red asses thrust high, and their pussies stretched open for all to see.

The eggs were already vibrating at the highest setting.

Svenja came first. Her whole body tensed, her legs trembled, she moaned loudly and at length, while her pussy contracted spasmodically around the egg. A thick, glistening stream of her juices ran down her thighs.

Just seconds later, Sara exploded too. She almost screamed, her ass twitched, her pussy visibly pulsed around the vibrating egg, and her juices also ran down her thighs in thick drops.

The whole club was watching. Girlfriend 3 and Girlfriend 4 sat up and took a step back so everyone could see the two bound, bent-over sisters with their dripping, vibrating pussies. Lisa just smiled contentedly.

“And now off to the cage, you two…”