Somehow, looking down at the penis that this Jeff guy was cradling in his hands was making this whole business seem a lot less unpleasant. It was far from the worst dick she had ever seen, and she was feeling a lot less anxious now that she had her DVa suit on again. It was a little weird wearing the suit without any underwear on underneath, but it wasn't as if she wore much underwear, anyway. The pink strips were mostly for mental comfort, not physical, and well, she was feeling awful comfy right now. The tightness of her bodysuit was actually a plus, now that she thought about it.
Jeff seemed just as anxious and eager as she was. "So..." he said. "Are we still going to do this?" Presumptuous, just like lots of the guys who Lynn had hooked up with before. But there was a sort of earnest tone to his voice, like he actually wasn't sure if she was still going to suck him off, that made it almost charming. Plus, she was way too riled up now to bail on it, and if there was one thing the legendary Bunny Hapa never did, it was break a promise. She was in this for the long haul.
"Of course," she said, affecting a haughty tone. "What do you take me for?"
Then there was nothing left: the moment of truth had come.
Lynn ran her hands down her sides one more time. You have the confidence of Hana Song, she thought. You have her beauty, her grace. You've got her killer bod. It's not like DVa never sucked a dick in her uniform before, right? You can do this. You're Hana Song. Better yet, you're Bunny Hapa!
With that, she slowly got down on her knees, inching herself closer to Jeff and his dropped pants. His long, pinkish cock was staring her right in the face, and she was starting to like the look of it. Lynn licked her lips, unable to blink.
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