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Brigitte darted her eyes side to side, unable to see anything going on behind her, but thought for a moment that maybe, somehow, the men would see reason. It’s not like she wouldn’t honor her promise – she had given her word, after all – just perhaps not all at once here in the ring? “Look at that! The carpet does match the drapes!” exclaimed a voice who Brigitte presumed to belong to the first swinging dick up to bat and who was standing in between her spread legs. The comment that the asian furry patch of hair above her pussy was, in fact, japan red to match her hair’s hue drew out a raucous chorus of hearty laughter that shot through the shoulder-rubbing occupants of the ring. “Fan..” Brigitte swore under exotic her breath. Her Swedish swears tended to slip out in the most trying of times, much to the disappointment of her pappa, Torbjorn Lindholm. Diplomacy dashed, she knew that there was little she could do to prevent what would come next. The pre-cum dripping head of a cock probed at her groomed entrance, stroking up and down before settling up, aligned with the quivering lovetunnel that its owner was owed. His thrust forward made Brigitte’s bound body bounce forward and then rebound backward into him. She groaned out as his cock sunk its way up into her guts and settle into a steady ‘clap, clap, clap’ rhythm. She clenched her fists, trying to keep ahold of herself – if she lost her composure and devolved into a gasping, moaning mess in front of all of these people on the first dick, how would that affect her image? Her bottom lip was the hardest button to button. She kept it in check with her top teeth, but that restrained portion of an expression of ecstasy just gave lift to her eyebrows and fluttered her eyelids. A blush on her ruddy, angular nordic cheeks made them flush to an even warmer shade of copper, and each fleshy smack of whomever pounding away at her pussy brought a restrained ‘mm-ph!’ from out of Brigitte’s clenched teeth. She had to hold herself together. She owed these men a round with her – even if she had complaints with how she was being made to give it to them – but she didn’t need to debase herself into an expletive-spewing, moan-shrieking, cock-crazed whore. She was a warrior, hand-reared by Reinhardt Wilhelm and the daughter to Overwatch veteran Torbjorn Lindholm. In a month’s time, she would be on the front lines with her mentor and her father, battling back the force that sought to plunge the world into chaos. She did not need any kind of press about her getting a japanese train run on her, for one, and that would only be made worse if the front-page headline was her mouth open, tongue out, ahegao expression. Thankfully for her, it was unlikely that any of these anal backcountry bumpkin types had a functional connection to the internet. “Alright, I’mma tag out here,” grunted the man ploughing her, “I don’t ‘wanna cum too soon – I’d rather savor her like she savored her fist.. in.. my fa– you know what I mean. Next!” With about as much grace as Brigitte had when she sent him back to his wife with a fat lip, the older gentleman yanked his cock out of her gaping snatch. Within seconds, dripping hole left was filled (and then some) by another cock. The second one slid in between her lips as casually as the first, as if Brigitte was expected to save their town and serve as the equivalent of a demo model for the pocket pussies for sale at the county sex shop. “Afternoon, missy. Unlike that last guy, I’m planning on being the first one to pump a load into you.” At least he was straightforward about it, the vigilante-turned-fleshlight acknowledged with a roll of her eyes. As far as she could tell, this second guy liked seeing her squat-sculpted rump jiggle when he applied the flat of his hand to it in an open-handed smack, because he did it over, and over again. Spank after spank, the bratty swede felt her doughy buns grow increasingly intense shades of pink. Every time he plunged his cock down into her cunt, he would clap a hand down onto her bubble-butt. Anticipating each strike, Brigitte would brace herself as to not give him much satisfaction beyond a mousy squeak of discomfort. “Not even pappa would spank me this hard..” Brigitte whined in her own inner child’s voice. In fairness, pappa also didn’t give her a punishment-fueled dicking whenever she overpromised and underdelivered. “Can you– mmph! 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