She recognized him instantly, and she certainly recognized the shiner she had left on his right cheek – the one above his fat lip – that she had left on him following their bout. Real smooth, Brigitte,” she thought to herself before forceably interrupting that train of thought by barging a cock past her tonsils and down into her quivering, gooey fucktunnel behind them. xxx As Brigitte sized up the next challenger to her proverbial title belt, she couldn’t help but notice the similarities that the gargantuan collection of muscles bore to the Bundeswehr of old that her mentor would wax philosophically about for hours after putting away a keg or three of ale. If his fighting style was any indication, this man was not going to let her off of her big-talking boasts and
