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Brigitte-Lindholms-Training-Regimen by LustyPenny Brigitte shot a gloved fist towards the guard of the hulking individual opposite her in the ring. She followed one glove with the other, delivering a flurry of jabs to her partner’s forearms before backing off and flutterstepping side-to-side to prep for the return volley of blows that expected to receive. Such a rebuttal, however, never came. She dropped her guard for a moment and hitched her gloves onto her hips, shifted her weight over to one hip, and cocked her head to the side. “Kom i…

Brigitte-Lindholms-Training-Regimen by LustyPenny “Famous Overwatch Member’s Daughter Gone Cock Crazy!” Brigitte regarded the headline cooly for a moment. 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 ad…

Brigitte-Lindholms-Training-Regimen by LustyPenny “Form an orderly queue! She’s not going anywhere until you’ve each had a go!” Clanged the announcement that Brigitte’s one-stop-shop spread legs were open for business. At that, a scuffle erupted behind her. Helpless to whatever outcome with her body caught up in the ropes and her pasty, nordic white girl booty on offer, Brigitte Lindholm could do nothing but hang there and listen. Pushing and shoving, growling and snarling, and fervent bickering was all Brigitte could use to gauge just how fuc…