D.Va slowly drags her palm across the feverishly hot head of 76′s erection, smirking when he digs in his heels, huffing like he’s ran a mile.

He’s red-faced and sweating, pupils hectic little pinpricks in his pale eyes, hair sticking up everywhere even though he hasn’t taken his hands off of the edge of the sofa since she started torturing him. 

He looks crazy and she thinks that’s the cutest look on him yet.

She slowly drags her soft palm across the swollen tip, catching whatever pre-cum dribbles out; the other one is curled close to the base of his cock, holding it nice and steady for her to play with. He is almost worryingly hot to the touch, thick veins bulging at the sides.

“You’re so excited,” she tells him with a giggle in her voice. She takes away her hand and smiles at the tacky, sticky strands that connect her palm with his cock before they snap and she wipes it negligently against the hard ridges of his abs.

“I should let you come more often; you look really cute like this.” She leans forward, and sees his mouth drop open in mindless anticipation as her little tongue snakes, almost touching, almost licking – his cock flexing in the tight grip of her strong, thin fingers, pulsing, eager – before she draws quickly away once more with a chuckle and a loving, pat to the blunt tip.

He groans. His balls look swollen, drawn up tight to his body and moving every now and then – little flexes towards his cock as if he was on the cusp of coming, like he needed just a little bit more to shoot – jaw going tight and eyebrows drawing up…

She liked to pull away completely in these moments, listen to the pained, wheezing whine in the back of his throat and watch his pale eyes get watery with tears.

“I promised you, you’d get to come, right?” she asks him calmly, face serious. His lips tremble. He looks like he doesn’t know whether he should answer – whether there is a ‘right’ or ‘wrong’ answer. He lives in constant fear of getting it snatched away in the last second and it makes her so hot she can feel her sticky fluids sliding out of her pulsing cunt, getting her panties messy with it.

He nods after all, fingers dug in deep into the edge of the couch. She nods, hand slowly stroking up, then down his cock.

“Yeah. And I keep my promises, right?”

She leans forward again, mouth wet with candy pink lipgloss, tongue out – warm breath ghosting across the thick tip of his gorgeous, big cock.

She can hear him wheeze above her, chuffing like an engine, heels digging into the floor – and uses that moment to pinch his thigh dangerously close to his balls, fingernails sharp and mean.

He cries out in alarm and pain above her, body going rigid, cock jerking in her grasp once before she quickly lets go all together, watching with fascination as it flexes and bobs awkwardly in the air, thick globs of cum dribbling out and sliding along the shaft while he tries to slide away from the cruel pinch of her fingers.

Afterwards, she is carding those same sharp tipped nails gently through his short hair while he lies with his head on her small tits and soaks her top with his tears.

“I liked that,” she tells him, fingers dragging rhythmically up and down the nape of his neck. “I want to do that more often. I think I can do better than that. Oh man, that was awesome.”