The next time, the chair is gone. The stream wonders. “Oh, I just got a cushion instead.” A cushion indeed-her chair’s face, smushed under her, lapping desperately with a promise. If he can make her break focus and lose a game, he can fuck her. He never wins this one.

she gives them impossible tasks with the promise of her cunt dangling in front of their noses. They know they’ll never get it accomplished but they try anyway. They’re addicted to her hairy snatch. When she throws her dirty undies at them, they get hard from the smell of her on the fabric.

She has her foot on their cocks the whole time which is very scary and exciting because loosing a game means a not-happy D.Va with her fucking foot on their fucking cock.