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Reinhardt/Brigitte – Reinhardt and Brigitte used to have a... special relationship before he joined Overwatch. Now that they're back together, Brigitte really has some pent up needs.

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“Uh… Uncle Reinhardt?”

Reinhardt pauses when he hears the small voice and turns his head from Ana to see Brigitte standing there, wearing a tiny, tiny skirt that shows off her long, long legs.

“Oooh don’t you look nice today? That’s not a look we see on you often. It suits you, my dear,” Ana says even before Reinhardt can answer. He has just then noticed the tiny top she’s wearing. So much skin and so little space for her large tits-

He smiles at her and leans back, lightly patting his lap.

“Ah, you want to cuddle on your godfather’s lap? It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he asks with a big smile. Brigitte’s cheeks grow a little darker with color, her eyes that of a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car as she quickly glances at Ana, obviously terrified to be found out… though she does nod a little.

Ana, oblivious, just nods with a smile, fingers curling around her cup of tea.

“Oh, you don’t need to be embarrassed, my dear. There is no shame in seeking a bit of comfort, no matter your age.”

Reinhardt beams at his old friend while reaching out to grab Brigitte’s wrist and tug her closer, urging her to sit down on his lap just so she won’t run away.

“You’re so right!” When Brigitte sits her lovely, round behind down on him, he plays up a grunt, shifting a little and grabbing her hips, making a big show out of rearranging her. “Getting a bit heavy for your old godfather!” he jokes, diverting Ana’s attention from how he casually flicks the back of Brigitte’s little skirt up so he can slip two thick fingers into her asscrack and down to her other gash; confirming that she is both not wearing any underwear and is also slippery to the touch.

Her finely muscled legs tense minimally as he briefly rounds her slick little hole with his fingertip.

“Reinhardt… you can’t say that to a young girl! She is just so tall. Have you gotten even bigger since coming here, dear, or am I just imagining things?” she turns for her last question to Brigitte, giving Reinhardt time to slip his dick out from his open fly and let it nose up against Brigitte’s slippery, warm gash.

The old thing doesn’t need much more than that. It knows exactly what to do with a pretty pussy such as this one – especially after so many years of using it almost daily…

Brigitte only manages to breath out a stuttering ‘maybe’ before the feeling of his big dick sliding nice and warm into her has her choking on her own tongue and devolving into a little coughing fit.

Reinhardt can feel every contraction of her pussy around his cock as she tries to regain her composure. He can just imagine her nipples pushing against the fabric of her little top…

“You just told me about the tea shop you found, Ana!” he says enthusiastically, trying to make her lose interest in the girl speared on his cock.

Brigitte has to keep her legs clenched nice and tight so the little skirt will keep hidden how she is sitting on her godfather’s fat bull cock right in the middle of one of the rec rooms… that makes her pussy even tighter around him. There’s not much need to move around like that.

All he has to do is focus on Ana as she continues telling him about her little trip down to the nearest village.

It’s been a while since he had last been fucking Brigitte. Her little cunt feels impossibly warm around him. As she keeps flexing her insides and squirming about as subtly as possible, he feels as if his dick is pushing right into her womb. Everything is liquid and hot, her cunt continuously drooling even though his cock acts like a stopper.

She manages to stay subtle about it for the longest time, leaning back against his chest and staying nice and quiet as he talks to Ana… yet the second she excuses herself for a moment to use the bathroom, she becomes much more animated, trying to bounce her round ass and rub his dick against the needy, hot walls of her young girl cunt.

Reinhardt laughs roughly.

“Do you need to be more comfortable? You should have just said so…”

There are voices outside becoming louder quickly. Their little respite alone is about to end abruptly, they don’t have much time for him to grab her and pull her off his fat erection, turning her and sitting her back down. She just about manages to rearrange her long, muscled legs to fold them left and right on the cushions of the couch he’s sitting on.

The door opens and Reinhardt hectically grabs a blanket, throwing it over the both of them to hide the fact that Brigitte is minimally rocking her hips, fucking her plump, juicy cunt on her godfather’s dick.

She’s leaning heavily against his chest, probably drooling as he starts to slowly flex his hips upward while boisterously greeting the team mates that are flooding in alongside Ana. He can feel the heat of her embarrassed flush on his cock, which is quite something if he does say so himself! He’s never met a lady who had such an… emotional little gash. How wonderful that Brigitte is sharing it with him.

If she is bothered by him interacting with other people while slowly sliding a few inches of his cock along her desperately clenching walls, she does not show it. Her face is mostly hidden against his chest, probably because she is too embarrassed about the position she is in. Or maybe because she gets her uterus gently massaged by her godfather’s big, meaty dick. Or maybe both. Who knows the inner workings of a young lady these days? Reinhardt sure doesn’t – though he is all too eager to learn.

He has to stop his slow fuck when Jack turns to him directly to ask him a few questions about the last mission. Reinhardt has to focus, though his attention keeps being diverted by Brigitte who has taken to biting his shirt to keep herself somewhat quiet as she desperately clenches her juicy little plum around him, trying to get off.

He slides one hand onto her hip beneath the blanket, holding on and pressing her down until he can feel his tip pressing against her cervix. She shudders briefly before relaxing. There isn’t a girl on earth as stupidly addicted to the feeling as Brigitte, he found out.

It gets her to calm down long enough so he can somewhat finish the conversation without Jack getting too suspicious. There are a few weird looks thrown their way but those are easily attributed to the fact that a grown woman is sitting on his lap and presumably sleeping like a babe.

They get used to it soon enough. Conversations and activities commence around them and nobody pays any attention to how Reinhardt closes his eyes in concentration, slowly beginning to flex upward once more, fucking her in the midst of their friends and colleagues with nobody the wiser.

He can hear her wheezing breaths; soft but laborious as she hangs on to a thread trying not to make a scene and alert everyone to the fact that she is getting deep dicked by her godfather right then.

She slides her arms around his sides, her hands stopping on his ribs, fingers digging in deeper the more he drags his cock through her clenching cunt. He can fuck her on barely a couple inches the way they are now but it is enough to drive the both of them insane.

His balls are churning with cum. He hasn’t been able to shoot a load in a few days and right now it feels like he’s waited just for this moment; just so he can flood her uterus with his cream and make her feel bloated with a nice, fat load. Brigitte is so desperately wet he can’t tell whether it is her juices or his pre-cum that gets everything feeling hot and humid between them.

Now that he doesn’t have to grab her hips to keep her from incriminating them, he can reach around and play with her plump labia, pinching them between his pointer finger and thumb and tugging a little just to feel her reaction. She clenches so hard around him that he has to pause for a second and breathe heavily through his nose.

He doesn’t know how close she is to gushing for him… but he can feel the tight points of her nipples pressing against his chest and how humid and sticky wet everything beneath her skirt is now.

His own climax takes him by surprise. He grunts softly, his free arm curling around her and huge hand cupping the back of Brigitte’s head as if she were a toddler who is fussy instead of him just needing to hold on to something while he goes cross-eyed under his closed eyelids, pumping out his load and completely flooding her young, fertile cunt.

He more feels than hears her answering little squeal but he reacts either way, hand pushing harder against the back of her head, both muffling her sounds against his chest as well as suffocating her against his pecs as her orgasm is triggered by the sheer head pumping into her and soaking her insides.

She spasms on his chest, fingers scraping painfully against his ribs while her insides convulse violently.

By the time they are done and he finally releases her head, she seems barely conscious. Peering down at her, her eyes are rolled up mostly into her skull, face wet with tears, snot and drool, and mouth pulled into a satisfied little bimbo smile.

The expression of a young woman who got exactly what she had wanted. What greater compliment was there?

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