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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 Big Boobs 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 teen 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 train run on her, for one, and that would only be made worse if the front-page headline amateur was her mouth open, tongue out, ahegao expression. Thankfully for her, it was unlikely that any of these 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 japanese 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) asian 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! Can you, like, finish up?” complained the bungee cord bound Brigitte as she springed out over the edge of the ring only to be elastically reined back over the side and, consequently, slamming onto the base of the ram rod having a round in her quivering, fucked-raw pussy. He looked panicked, “She knew I was drinking?” That was what set her apart from the submissive. My futa-dick fired. She did as asian she was told and once she had her back to him he unhooked her bra and then told her, "Turn back around." That hot embrace... Hayden hovered above her with a perplexed expression as she tried to process what had happened. “Its a nice female finger miss, amateur if women had cocks it would be all right but they don’t,” he pleaded. She ran straight towards the fireplace and warmed up her freezing feet and body while still fully nude. Kaveri held him in his arms tightly and as his cum started spraying on her body she started to kiss his lips passionately. My whimpers were muffled from me biting down on Paige’s pants while she grinded my mouth. What could I say? She shuddered and moaned at the sensation. “I think I knew then that this is the person I am. She pulled on japanese a nightgown and then slipped into her bed. Every time he would glance at me and see my big, naked breasts, he would get so hard, but his whores and doxies would never get him off. Growling I reached out and pinched her nose, her mouth gasping for air leaving the perfect opportunity for me to slip my cock past her silken lips and shove it down her unsuspecting throat. "I'm ready" Molly said and got on her knees on the bed. Ooh, Mommy's big, strong son is sodomizing her Big Boobs with that huge cock!” I want you to pull out, right before you cum. "Hum, I guess I had a good teacher." teen “What about you?” The man looked down at me and said that he was sorry, but I’m sure that he would have had a good view of my bare legs. “Fine,” Brittany said, turning away. I couldn’t help but beam at the last part.