“What do you think you’re doing!?” the flailing shield-maiden shrieked as she was hoisted up into the air. Her legs kicked meagerly, her arms thrashed fruitlessly, and she soon found herself facing the same wall she had grown comfortable with over the past several hours. The apple-sized head of Sven’s bitchbreaker slipped in between the loose pair of lips that marked the entrance to her abused hole. Her feet dangled several feet above the mat. Brigitte craned around, squirming in Sven’s overpowering grasp. “I think you should know by now, Ms. Lindholm,” swept the soft, almost soothing voice from behind her. That was when he let go. Brigitte was no stranger to taking a fall. She leapt off of rooftops, down from cliff anal sides and out of windows, all in the name of justice and taking care of the powerless. So, when she fell the roughly two feet before coming to an abrupt halt, it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal. However, in all of her combat training to prepare asian to take up the mantle as Brigitte Lindholm, shield maiden and protector of the people, she hadn’t thought to prep for the possibility of being dropped two feet onto an enormous, throbbing dick and to allow gravity to impale her on the thing. Brigitte saw white for a moment, and her mouth dropped open – though she couldn’t be sure if she was making any noise through it or not – while Sven let her dangle there on japanese his rock-hard pike rammed up into her body. Brigitte hung there, well and truly a fleshlight at this point, without any assistance from Sven. His giant donkey dick was all that was needed to keep her off the ground. “You’ve got a tight pussy, Ms. Lindholm,” remarked Sven. Brigitte wanted to quip back something witty to the effect of “yeah, with your dick replacing my fucking spine,” but when she opened her mouth to deliver her snappy comeback, what managed to escape her lips wasn’t exactly what she was planning to say. “Fuck me..” “What was that, Ms. Lindholm?” Sven probed curiously. “Fuck me, please.” “You’re going to have to spea–” “PLEASE!” Brigitte pleaded. She was no longer concerned with keeping up appearances for the common folk. She didn’t care if her slobbering, cock-crazed gaze was front page news with the headline “Famous Overwatch Member’s Daughter Gone Cock Crazy!” All she wanted was for Sven to pound her senseless. And pound her senseless he did. First replacing his hands on either side of her taut waistline, Sven took his time sliding her back up almost completely off of his deep-pussy divining rod only to essentially drop her again. Each trip up into the air, Brigitte would feel her heart jump up into her throat in anticipation for the next stomach-bulging drop. Finally, she would rush down his length like a carnival thrill ride until she crashed into the base of his cock. Her head would rattle around like an inanimate bobblehead for a moment until she gained her senses again, and by then she would be due for sexy another womb-punishing plunge. Up and down, Brigitte was tossed around like a rag fuckdoll with her fair-skinned and well-endowed chest bouncing wildly. “You know, Ms. Lindholm, for someone who claims to be a protector of the little folk, you make for a much better cocksock,” snickered Sven just before driving Brigitte back down the way she came and burying his two-foot bone in her cunt. “Maybe he’s right..” though Brigitte – though her acknowledgment of her other career calling was in thought only, as her mouth was too busy letting out another ecstasy, lust-backed shriek. She was an intimidating combatant out on the fields, and could stand toe-to-toe with war veterans by the likes of Reinhardt Wilhelm who served as blowjob a sparring partner to her prior to resorting to picking fights. In the hands of Sven, however, she was little more than blow-up doll. At least, that’s how he was using her as he dragged her up and down on his shaft while his gorilla-sized hands closed almost completely around her waist. “I overheard the other men placing bets over whomever managed to put a baby in you, you know,” Sven piped up after railing the ragdoll swede on his upside-down jackhammer of a cock he was using to prompt Brigitte to reconsider her calling in life. Brigitte did know; she heard it all the while being on the receiving end of a shotgun-blast of baby-making. Through a faceful of her matted tawny hair, she nodded and hoped Sven would get the message. She didn’t want to stop moaning in order to say anything. “I think I’m about to throw my hat in the ring.” Brigitte gulped. He grabbed them and shoved them into the bag of shirts. “If you don’t mind, this time japanese I would like her mouth. I slammed in over and over. I took many pictures of her satisfied body and I imagined she had just been fucked and filled with cum from a big black cock. It tastes so good on my tongue.” I shrugged. They were both laying on their sides but dad was behind her and her legs were spread open, so I got a perfect view of dad’s boner going in and out of mom. “Shock can cause some people to faint. Sure you can't join us." As a blowjob psychology major, anal I could argue that my being adopted is part of what drove me to cause trouble, asian but I would often skip psychology class, so I could very well be wrong. Becca smiled and asked “so nothing between you and Sam”. ©StannieStories They listened to their breath and felt the gentle heaves of their chests. She moaned in my mouth while we swirled our tongues sexy in each other’s mouths and she started to smash her pussy on my leg. “It won't be easy, but we can drag them in there pose them.”