Brünnhilde Stories

Blessed bare on the enchanted summit.What lies there? Puss-puss or somewhat.How delightful is this glimmering sight!Breasts heaving in that armour tight.Siegfried is taken by amorous fits.The armour’s off; My God! What tits!“Mommy, Mommy. Looky, looky!Brünnhilde’s boobs and naked nookie!”‘Das ist kein Mann’, Siegfried surmisesAs more than just the curtain rises.His hand trembles on his beating heartAnd even more throbbing...