"Let's get a better view of that prime Valhallan cooch," the Easterner chuckled, and moved the tip of her blade between the parted ivory thighs until it came to a rest against the thick lips of the valkyrie's golden snatch. Immediately, the curly pubic hair caught fire and burned down like a thousand fuses, pricking the skin of the blond titan's pussy like a thousand tiny explosions. When the whole bush had gone up in smoke, Bramhilde's gleaming snatch was on full display, as white and smooth as the day she (Patreon)