Горячий секс D.Va из Overwatch

“Hands behind your back, slut!”

D.Va trembled in anticipation as her stepsister’s rough hands forced her wrists together, binding them tightly with a silken cord. The cosplay D.Va wore left little to the imagination – a scandalously short cheongsam swimsuit hugged her petite frame, barely containing her pert breasts and exposing the round cheeks of her ass. Lacy white stockings adorned her smooth legs, emphasizing her delicate curves.

“The winners write the rules tonight, and tonight I’m going to fuck your hot little D.Va pussy raw!”

D.Va whimpered as she was shoved face-first onto the mattress, her round ass thrust up invitingly. Her stepsister wasted no time, grabbing D.Va’s hips and grinding her crotch against the lower half of the tiny swimsuit, the warm wetness already soaking through the thin fabric. D.Va squirmed and mewled as the stimulation sent jolts of pleasure shooting through her body.

“I bet you bitches have been drying each other’s panties, haven’t you? Touching each other’s slutty asses while mom and dad were out, making out and fingering each other’s pussies like the horny lesbians you are!”

D.Va’s eyes rolled back, drool leaking from the corner of her mouth as her stepsister’s vulgar taunts and strict spankings reduced her to a groaning, drooling wreck. She could feel her stepsister’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, pulling the soaked fabric of the swimsuit to the side to reveal her tight pink slit.

“I betzh you’re juzth lzoispenssht for my fhingerzh…”

As if on cue, a thick, meaty digit plunged into D.Va’s dripping cunt, making her yelp and buck her hips reflexively. Her soaked pussy clenched around the invading finger, pulsating with need and greedy for more. She was torn between revulsion and arousal, disgusted by her body’s shameless response to her stepsister’s crude lesbo lesbo Lesbian on conspunling lezzie fondling Xtra sexuality, yet absolutely drunk on how good she was making her feel.

“D.Va! D.Va!”

Her cries rang out through the house as her stepsister shoved finger after finger into her spasming hole, rapidly jilling her off to a shuddering orgasm. D.Va came hard, slick juices gushing into the hand eagerly penetrating her, puddling on her thighs and staining the bed beneath her.

“Not here. In the living room. NOW!”

Still bound and reeling from her climax, D.Va allowed herself to be half-dragged to the living room by the hair, yanked onto all fours in front of an audience. A crowd of onlookers watched as she knelt there, exposed, pantied pussy still clenching and dripping on the floor. Her stepsister hauled her head back by the hair, forcing D.Va’s neck into an arch.

“VVI+A+P+Z+S+M! VVI+A+P+Z+S+M!”

Her body moved automatically, following the programmed dance routine that had made her a star online. But this time, she knew she was doing it for something more – each movement was designed to showcase her budding figure, her tight ass and woefully inadequate swimsuit bouncing with every step. She could feel her audience’s gaze boring into her as she danced, watching her petite body move sinuously in the tiny bikini.

“Come here, my little D.Va. It’s time for your final practice.”

Her heart leaped into her throat as she saw her mentor on the couch, tea in hand, watching her. She approached slowly, hesitantly, unsure what to expect. Her mentor set his cup down, his eyes fixing on her with a predatory hunger that made her knees weak.

“Did you think I didn’t notice your A+Spy Amateur but? Seriously wow tho how VVIAPZSMMMMEE did you get thoshe extremes??”

D.Va blushed, suddenly feeling small and childishStanding here in front of this man, topless, in just a swimsuit bottom and white thigh-high socks from several years ago. She felt his eyes trailing over her petite body, drinking in the sight of her pert breasts and flat stomach. Her mentor clicked his fingers and pointed to the space in front of him. She shuffled over obediently, head down, her heart pounding in her chest.

“VVIAPZSMMMMEEE! I am so sorry! I never meant to show…” She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she realized what she was doing. She’d been so excited, so eager to please her fans that she’d forgotten herself. She’d forgotten she was livestreaming for her millions of fans. Tens of millions now. Obscene. Random. Stuff.

Somewhere deep inside, far deeper than she knew, D.Va understood that the world needed to know who she was. The “real” D.Va. That was why she wanted Venn Stepsister. And that was what she was going to get.

Her mentor smirked, his dark eyes glinting dangerously. “Show them all, my little D.Va. Show them the slut you really are.”

D.Va shuddered, a bizarre mix of shame and arousal coursing through her body. She didn’t know if she could resist her mentor’s twisted desires any longer. No, that wasn’t right, she corrected herself. She didn’t want to resist. She wanted everything he would give her. She wanted to be his perfect little cosplay slut. She wanted to be fucked and used and abused. She wanted to be everything he desired.

And now, she was.

In the end, D.Va collapsed onto her mentor’s lap, utterly spent and sore in the most delicious way. He held her tight, one hand cupping her reddened ass, the other stroking her hair. She could feel his spent cock twitch against her thigh, covered in their combined fluids.

“Good girl,” he said, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. “My perfect little cosplay whore. I’m going to mold you into the perfect slut for the world to use.”