Below it was a picture of her from the shoulders-up. For her first time making the news, the image was far from what she had expected. In her mind, it would be of her gallantly charging into battle, shield brandished, flail whipping across the scene as it crashed into the metallic skull of a rogue Omnic. Her flag would be raised on her back, rallying her squad to her position as they advanced with her out onto the war-town landscape. Her hair would be whipping in the wind. Instead, her first headline photo was of her eyes rolled back, her tongue-out, and drooling a generous mixture of spit and spunk down off from the tip. tits It was abundantly clear that the ‘Famous Overwatch Member’s Daughter’ was cumming hard all over something that was going to town on her. At least this rag hadn’t gotten wind that it was actually multiple ‘something’s causing amateur her to borrow the expression of a free-use pass around slut. The article that did follow, however, wasn’t what she would call flattering. It went into vague detail of Brigitte’s noble deed of ridding the town of their bandit infestation, and about as gratuitous as a journalist could get on the debaucherous activities (ones that the asian author described as “Lindholm’s unique ‘celebration’ style”, which she resented) that followed. “This really isn’t fair, you know! This isn’t the whole story!” Brigitte called out, tossing the news-reader tablet down onto the nearest surface. “What, do you want them to have japan the whole story, Ms. Lindholm?” returned the answer to her whines. “I mean, maybe not the whole story, but still..” Brigitte acknowledged, shifting around on the sofa was relaxing on. “I guess they could leave out this next part,” she giggled, her voice growing seductively sultry. “Which part would that be, then?” Sven asked, returning from around the corner in the small cottage. Brigitte leaned back and spread her legs, placing either heel up onto the table where rest the tablet she had thrown down. With both hands, she reached down and spread her thoroughly pleased pussy. A dribble cumshot of cum leaked from it and down onto the rug. “The part where you took me home and fucked me again, and then again, and then again..” Brigitte said before nibbling onto the tip of her finger, staring at the hulking and impossibly well-endowed man she had decided to hole up with for a while. “After all, I could use the stress relief..” Michelle sat in front of the screen waiting for it to come to life, her skin still glistened slightly as she had rushed over to the office after her phone had buzzed with a text message that simply read, ’20 minutes skype J xxx’. The thin sheen of sweat on her body wasn’t from just the running in the full tropical sun but also from the fact that she had just finished her forth fuck of the day and it was still only 10 in the morning. The last year had been fantastic for Michelle, she enjoyed her job as kennel bitch immensely and made sure that all the dogs were serviced on a regular basis to keep their juices flowing as well as her own. There was a strict rota when the owners weren’t around that was carefully monitored as the agreement was that every dog had its balls emptied at least every other day. At first there had just been the privately-owned dogs which had numbered around 20 which Michelle was able to deal with herself as her services were only required when the owners weren’t on the island. However, as time progressed more people started keeping dogs on the island and Michelle sometimes found herself sucking one dog to completion while another fucked her just so she could keep up with the requirements. When Julie sent Deepti to help out, at first Michelle had been a little wary of the Indian woman, not sure if she would fit in, but Deepti had taken to her task with great enthusiasm. Between them they would make sure that the dog’s paws were covered to avoid scratches and then allow them to mount and fuck to their heart’s content. Now the Island had expanded there was currently over 30 privately owned dogs and Deepti had been a great help. Deepti sat quietly in front of Michelle, her hands in her lap, as she waited for Michelle to speak. Deepti loved the freshly fucked feeling and could feel the seed sliding from her body and she clenched her thighs trying to make sure that none spilled out and spoiled the upholstery. Squirming on the chair eventually Deepti could contain herself no longer and said in her quiet voice, “Please forgive me Miss but I must deal with this,” and not waiting for Michelle to comment Deepti shuffled forward on the seat and opened her knees wide. Michelle looked up from the paperwork to be greeted by the beautiful sight of Deepti’s puffy pink pussy lips contrasting against her dusky brown skin. What made the sight even more beautiful was the ever-increasing trickle of dog seed that was slowly started to emerge from inside, coating her pussy lips with a white creamy froth. “How many?” said Michelle as she stared at the cream starting to appear. “Six,” Deepti said softly before pushing three fingers deep into herself with her palm facing upwards. Her pussy was so open they slid in easily and curling her fingers upwards she scooped out a large dollop of cum that she quickly and eagerly transferred to her mouth before quickly returning them to her pussy to repeat the process. “How many times do I have to tell you?” sighed Michelle, “use a glass then we can both share,” nodding towards the water tumbler on her desk. Deepti blushed as she reached out and taking the glass pressed it to her pussy and tensing her muscles quickly half-filled the glass. I don’t understand why, japan but I do know that you love me,” she says with her eyes welling up. The next day when we got to mine I made us all a drink as normal but dropped the two sleeping tablets that I took from my dads dresser and dropped them in Beth’s asian drink. Chloe’s breathing quickened as my lips moved across her inner thighs. It has the big back seat. This time, I was a high-elf man of tits middle years, scarred and balding, the picture of a disgruntled career military man. I cast cumshot an illusion of uniform over me, turned my staff into a pike, and strode down the hillside. I can easily see that I’ll have a good collection of expensive and very comfortable shoes quite soon. I’ll leave the two of you alone.” Black hair contrasted with the scarlet blushing across her cheeks as she saw me. She took off her night gown and told me to follow. Under the shower Sophie thanks, and kisses me again, this time without any cum. Aunty caught my hand and kept it on my head. When we get home, I'm going to punish you for being a cheating wife. I immediately felt underdressed. She pulled back a tad as they found themselves drawn into one final, soul affirming kiss; before finally rising from his still softly cumming, still slightly twitchy staff, and off his, once-again, tired lap. Then, the creature stepped forward, walking on the marsh like a tile floor. We boarded and I showed them the boat. "Just wait until you have your pussy and clit done too, you'll look real tasty then." But, as he looked around for his exit he noticed the amateur others start to spread out from the group and ready for a fight themselves.