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Some would deposit a fresh batch of steaming spunk into her womb, and some wouldn’t, but after the baker’s dozen cumshot, she could feel a gooey torrent of babybatter pouring down the inside of her thigh. Each patron of her pussy that was being used to issue refunds for all the cans of ass-beating she brought to the able-bodied fighters of the township had something different mature to bring to the table. On occasion, she would have her hair tugged on like a horse bridle while they humped at her well-worn backside. More than a few thumbs were pushed into her puckered butthole whilst they worked up another inbound batch of swimmers to join the fracas of nutbutter pooling in her toilet creamed cunt. On top of having both of her asscheeks spanked until a tender, raw shade of pink colored every spare inch of skin, she could’ve sworn she received a couple of donkey punches to the small of her back. Considering the amount of whoppers she had given out, she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it. However, through it all, she maintained her composure. If she was enjoying her dicking – and, truth be told, after the humiliation subsided, she kind of was – she didn’t give her captors the satisfaction of showing it. All in all, she was proud of her performance as a ringside free-use fuckslut. “You took it like a true champion of the people, Ms. Lindholm,” spoke the familiar voice of the ape who had started this debaucherous domino effect. She felt the bungee cord ring ropes that had secured her in place lift away from her. A bear paw-sized hand closed around her shoulder and tugged her backwards. Unfortunately, after not standing for hours and taking a non-stop barrage to the pelvis, standing wasn’t an ability currently off of cooldown for the budding hero. After bungeeing backwards off of the untwisted ropes, she landed flat on her back and, at the same time, at Sven’s feet. “I think a few extras slipped into Hardcore the rabble, but I don’t think you mind, no?” inquired the brawler. Brigitte laid sprawled-out on her back next to the railroad ties that the beast looming over her considered legs. “Yeah, well, no shortcuts; only hard work,” she replied with another roll of her eyes and a huff of breath. “I’m just pleased that everyone got what they needed.” As she settled there on her back, she could feel a steady flow of stale spunk flowing out of her abused cumdump pussy and added another dark stain to the canvas ring mat. “Not everyone,” retorted the enormous figure standing over her. Her eyes springing open wide, she watched on as he reached up and undid the rope holding up his tattered, fraying shorts and tugged them down around a cock that must inspire envy in horses and nearly rivaled one of those fence post legs it hung between. Brigitte was speechless – and sore, from being railed for hours – but mostly speechless. “Holy– oh my God..” was all she could manage to breathe. His dick seemed to stretch on upwards without end from where she was laying at the man’s feet. “The wager was that if I beat you, I could do ‘whatever I want to you,’ no? I first opted to share you with the rest of the men you beat in your ‘training regimen,’ but now I want what’s owed to me.” Sven, apparently, was not going to wait for her response, and was not at all deterred by the fact that Brigitte slut wasn’t in much of a condition to move at this point. He knelt down, took up her toned waistline into either immense hand and lifted her entire body off of the mat. “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 blowjob go. Brigitte was no stranger to taking a fall. She leapt Brunette off of rooftops, down from cliff sides and out of windows, all in the name of justice and taking care of the powerless. Her grandfather had long taken over rubbing of her clit, all she had to do was enjoy the feeling. Alex felt As long as I didn’t need to do anything, I saw no further need to focus. She closed her eyes and satisfied smile came to her lips. All participants are 18 or over. Look at this thing go!” Within a few seconds I was at full mast and Sandy was still hanging on. 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