teaser on the DVa76 for the upcoming comp:

She reaches into his underwear once more and curls her cruel little fingers around his sac; hot and large, the skin loose enough to roll his testicles around within. She can see his nostrils flare, and in her alcohol buzz she thinks she can see a few tears at the corners of his eyes. How cute.

“MMhhh they feel nice and full,” she purrs. Behind them, an empty beer can falls to the ground as McCree sleepily moves. “I haven’t let you unload them in a while, have I?”

The flush on his cheeks becomes darker and he nods, quick and jerky. D.Va hums, fingers gentle on his balls as she tugs them out as well because she likes the visual of the good Soldier fully clothed safe for his junk.

“Do you remember how long? I can’t quite…” She rubs her cheek against the tip like a cat, and he looks pained; like he’s having constipation as he darts harried looks around the room, checking on their teammates; making sure nobody witnesses his shame.

“Three weeks and four days.”

D.Va is startled into a laugh and presses a suckling kiss against his shaft, feeling his cock flex against her lips like a little preening animal.

“Oh my… someone has been keeping close count. What a good boy you have been… I guess I could let you have a… treat.”