“NNuh…nn..ngh…?” DVa’s hands are restless and weak, blindly petting along her impossibly spread thighs and down to Roadhog’s massive legs. She tries to stem herself up with a weak, pathetic effort but his large hands around her hips keep her down effortlessly.
He is lodged up deep inside her, every involuntary twitch of his fat cock prompting more unintelligible babble to ooze from her throat. She looks dumbfounded, soft brown eyes wide open, mouth gaping; fucked stupid even though he hasn’t even started dicking her – and didn’t look like he was going to start any time soon.
Hog is comfortably lounging, looking almost sleepy; sitting on a throne with a little cocksleeve warming his dick.
DVa’s labia, plump and rosy, are spread impossibly wide around his girth; her clit a swollen jewel sitting atop.
It is easy for his fat finger to find it; wide tip unerringly nudging against the nub, primed and ready, positively quivering – and DVa cries out, rough and sharp like a bird, small hands flying to his wrist, sharp fingernails digging into the meat; holding on, head dropping forward, chin to chest, staring between her flushed, heaving tits and down her soft, shivering belly to what is happening.
He is motionless, other than his finger; surprisingly gentle, surprisingly agile as it draws slow, careful circles around the tight, swollen skin of her clit – until DVa can feel her heartbeat centered in that one spot; quick and fluttering and making her feel nearly nauseous.
She is grunting; low animalistic sounds as she is held immobile atop him and can only witness him playing with her – finger lifting, then falling down with measured ease; tapping calculated and just this side of hard atop her swollen clit.
DVa jerks, gurgles, nipples going tight and painful. She claws at his arm but he doesn’t react; like he isn’t feeling the dark red marks springing up along his flesh.
He keeps at it, slow, torturous, circling, nudging, tapping, stringing DVa higher and higher, her cunt spread so wide around his cock, lodged deep, skirting – flirting – with the dull, deep pain that is the wide tip of his cock pushing against her uterus. It feels like he is just scant millimeters away from it; from kissing up to it and making her hurt and tingle, and she can’t decide where to focus on.
Something is building inside her body. It is tingling in her toes and the tips of her fingers and the painfully swollen peaks of her nipples. Her cunt and belly feel so full she is certain she should look pregnant with his cock. Her bladder feels fit to bursting.
Hog keeps nudging her clit, rubbing it, plucking it – and suddenly she isn’t sure she can trust her body any longer.
She gurgles, hips jerking, pushing down that little bit more involuntarily, pain blooming in her belly and bursting behind her eyelids as his fat dick presses in deeper …
And the sensation warps, twists, mixes with his thumb and forefinger, so huge and blunt and rough, delicately squeezing at the fat, plump mound of her clit, and DVa is coming, jerking atop his lap, feeling like her legs would dislodge if his meaty hand wasn’t keeping her safely pressed down –
and DVa watches, dumbfounded, shaking as her cunt sprays, a fine rain squirting out of her forcefully, her body heating up in excited shame – and she almost comes a second time when he hears his deep, wheezing chuckle next to her ear.
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