The honour's avanger...

"Wait, I can explain everything", Rosaline wanted to argue, but the bridesmaids did not respond. They turned her over and tucked up her dress.

"Holy Molly, where did you find such a big one, Valentina?", Romea whistled in faked admiration, as she pulled out an enormous black dildo from friend's purse.

"I used to comfort myself with it, but now I thought it would serve more useful as a prop, you know, for example, for how to put a condom on it", Miss Mercutio could not hide a smile of shame, as she spoke.

"You were right in at least one thing, my friend. It will definitely serve as a prop for us", Romea lowered the red-hired girl's panties and began to search for her only hole, "You see, my ladies, men have ... had ... prostates. And if you come across one with something big and extensive, you can make him come very easly."

"I know, Romy, I have offended you, but we can sort it out in a...", Rosaline struggled in Faustina's embrace, but the bride did not wait for her to finish the sentence. The moistened prop penetrated the traitor's ditch. The girl howled, and the artifical falus began to push her insides apart. Romea knew what she was doing, and it did not take long for Rosaline to moan not only with fear, but with pleasure as well.

The bride grabbed her victim's wand with her other hand, and stroked it steadily. Working both ways, she was able to lead to a masochistic rapture of her prey. Rosaline could not stand this anymore and shot out a white male juice, staining the armchair.

"Enough", she scolded.

"No, no, no. I'll forgive you only when you show us why J.C. likes your tits so much", Romea was adamant, "Only then it will be enough."

The women lay down on the couch, with pants down. Rosaline obediently uncovered her breasts and used them on bridesmaids' insignia of power. When it came to the bride's scepter, Romea did not forget to humiliate her former friend even more, and when she was about to climax, she pressed Rosaline's head agnist the crotch, so that all of her load landed on a face of the traitor.

"See, girls, we have fun even without a stripper", Romea wiped her seed on her rival's clothes. She was pleased with herself, shedding a heavy burden from her heart.

The bridesmaids agreed, barely breathing. Surely no one in the room will forget what happened on this hen party. Especially Rosaline, who only grew stronger in her schemes, wanting a true vengeance.