[ This was better than any trophy, any award, any spotlight. A true, humanizing celebration for a job well done. A small penance for the weight they felt on their shoulders for their cities. If Hana wanted to put D.Va down for a night, enjoy the company of an old flame as Hana? It would be their little secret. Their little downtime together.
...It sounds nicer the more she plays it through her head.
There was no denying that sporty, competitive side was still there though. She works his cock as if she had been starving for it – better than any meal they shared, more clued in and indicative of her loneliness than words could tell him if she had the nerve for that. Spit begins to seep past her lips from how messy she was, how unbridled she became in her desires to please him.
One hand keeps itself busy, rolling the bottom of her palm to cradle the weight of his balls, multi-tasking enough to jerk off the base of his cock where he somehow feels his stiffest. He's pent up, she thinks to herself, her eyes fluttering shut when she finds a rhythm that suits her.
She keeps going until she feels her jaw tense up – and she pulls back for a sweet capture of air in her lungs again. Spit connects them in the lewdest way possible, but her own lips in peppered, longing kisses to the crown of his cock was joining them back together. ]
– mmn, you should know that by now. Sounds like you'd underestimate me if I preformed any poorer... good thing for you, I don't know anything but –
[ So many words could be filled in there, but the confident girl didn't need to finish it. Her tongue snugly fits under shaft, bobbing her mouth back onto him with a kneading, soft squeeze to his sac.
Her words were sweet reminders of simpler times, of demeanors still good for this world... but her actions are what makes her quite the impressive girl.
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...It sounds nicer the more she plays it through her head.
There was no denying that sporty, competitive side was still there though. She works his cock as if she had been starving for it – better than any meal they shared, more clued in and indicative of her loneliness than words could tell him if she had the nerve for that. Spit begins to seep past her lips from how messy she was, how unbridled she became in her desires to please him.
One hand keeps itself busy, rolling the bottom of her palm to cradle the weight of his balls, multi-tasking enough to jerk off the base of his cock where he somehow feels his stiffest. He's pent up, she thinks to herself, her eyes fluttering shut when she finds a rhythm that suits her.
She keeps going until she feels her jaw tense up – and she pulls back for a sweet capture of air in her lungs again. Spit connects them in the lewdest way possible, but her own lips in peppered, longing kisses to the crown of his cock was joining them back together. ]
– mmn, you should know that by now. Sounds like you'd underestimate me if I preformed any poorer... good thing for you, I don't know anything but –
[ So many words could be filled in there, but the confident girl didn't need to finish it. Her tongue snugly fits under shaft, bobbing her mouth back onto him with a kneading, soft squeeze to his sac.
Her words were sweet reminders of simpler times, of demeanors still good for this world... but her actions are what makes her quite the impressive girl.
Heroics and sex included. ]