Climax

She felt Roadhog's cock pop into her mouth with a wet *plop* as the tip slid through her moist, pink lips. Immediately she started to gag, and tried jerking her head back to get it out, but she was unable to get enough clearance. Roadhog's member was thick, and heavy on her tongue, the tip coming to a rest on near the back of her throat. "Gggrrgr," She gurgled, her words muffled by the penis-shaped obstruction. "Hehe," Roadhog laughed to himself, softly, his cock hardening as he did. "Been wanting to do this all day," He said, "Ever since I ripped that suit of yours right off ya." D.Va screwed her eyes up, trying to remove Roadhog's groin and the stomach that hung directly over it from her field of view. She tried to move her tongue out of the way, but succeeding only in running it up and down his dick's head, stimulating him a little, judging by the loud, "Ohh," He emitted in response. His grip on her waist trembled a little, and he hefted her up in his hands to regain it, jolting his rod up into the roof of her mouth. D.Va was speechless, which was to say that if she hadn't a mouthful of cock, she'd still be speechless. Her escape attempt had degenerated into an impromptu face-fucking session, with her face being the one getting fucked! "Take me all the way, cottontail," He growled, lifting a hand off her waist to spank her left arse cheek. It jiggled in response, and a red handprint as left behind on its pale surface. This was unbelievable, she thought, how could this be happening to her? How had she ended up here, unable to even speak for the meat stuffed in her gob? "Just do it, suck like the horniest Overwatch fink there ever was!" He yelled, "Do it and I'll let ya go!" Trapped in Roadhog's grip, unable to free herself and with no chance of backup coming...D.Va strongly considered it.

Slowly, very slowly, she began to run her tongue up and down his shaft, eliciting a groan from the Australian man mountain. She just needed to do this, just a quick blowjob, he'd cum on the floor or in her mouth, if in her mouth she'd spit his semen swiftly out when he extracted his girth from it. Yes, she thought feverishly, that was it, it would have to be. So D.Va...Hana Song, began to suck on Roadhog's big, veiny cock. She sucked and sucked, her tongue running back and forward along his totality to quicker get him off. Up top, Roadhog was grunting and snorting, sounding like every bit the pig he styled himself as. "Yeah, yeah...oh fuck yeah, just like that, Cottontail!" Hana rolled her eyes at that, but went on tonguing his dick anyway. After several uncomfortable minutes, she felt his cock beginning to twitch, her eyes went wide and she mumbled something insistently, looking up at him. "Not in your mouth?" Roadhog asked, "Oh, I can do that," He put a hand on her face, stroking her cheek, and extracted his cock from her mouth, it came out absolutely sopping wet, and stiff as a board, and looked on the verge of exploding. He quickly reached down just before it did and aimed it square at her face. "Fu—" She began, before he rather violently ejaculated. Hana pursed her lips to avoid swallowing any of the semen that now gushed over her face, screwing her eyes shut and counting the seconds until the veritable firehouse of baby batter finally petered out. When she no longer felt hot ropes of the white stuff actively blasting over her, she opened one eye. His cock was now drooping sleepily, and she could feel her face was covered in warm lines of Roadhog's cum. She felt as if she'd walked into a thousand spider webs at once, as if she'd had a big, cream pie smushed into her face, as if— "Fuckin' lovely!" Roadhog roared, "Like bein' set upon by a semen demon!" He looked down at her, "You sure you didn't get a little too into it?" He teased, and she scowled at him. He laughed, it must have been difficult to take her seriously: A petite Korean gamer girl hanging upside down, entirely in the buff (save for a dainty little pair of now greying knee-socks), her angry features coated in more sticky stuff than a glazed doughnut. Roadhog paused, and then something seemed to occur to him.

"Why don't I return the favour?" He said, slowly. Hana didn't like the sound of that, "The only thing I want is for you to stop touching me and let me go!" She whined, pathetically.

"Nah," Roadhog shook his head, "I'll give you a token of my gratitude instead," And with that, his hand started fumbling with his gas-mask as he drew her body closer to him again. The mask came off and he tossed it aside, but from the angle at which she dangled, Hana could see only the bottom of his chin, as his head moved in toward her crotch. "Wait! Stop!" She screamed, "Don't do that! Don't—" His lips made contact with her...other lips, and she felt a large, fat tongue slither out from between them and into hers. Hana tried to draw her legs together, but his head was in the way, and so he just kept on with his new, exploratory licking. "Oooooh," She groaned, as he found her clit, "Stop it! Stop it!" She wailed, impotently. Roadhog made no sign of having heard.

"Stopitstopitstopitstopitstopit!" She babbled, as her cheeks flushed and she became more incoherent with each passing moment. Roadhog slurped greedily at her kitty, like a...well, a pig at a trough. Hana was losing her mind at the sensation, how could someone that vile be so good with his tongue? She kicked her legs out in the air, and Roadhog's reponse was to cup a hand around her arse and push her further into him, this only made the feeling more intense. "EEEEEEK!" She yowled, "YOU CAN'T BE THERE! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" Hana was incandescent, "IT'S NOT FOR YOU!!!" Roadhog kept right on dining, and soon enough Hana felt a jolt of pleasure radiating out from her kitty. She squeaked at the sensation, then letting a sigh escape from her lips. Roadhog emerged from her crotch, then stooped and picked his mask back up, re-affixing it to his sweaty forehead. "I told you I'd repay the favour," He said, warmly. He bent down so that his head was closer to hers. "Now, say 'cheers'." Hana's face was inflamed, the skin brought to a deep pink by Roadhog's cunnilingual efforts. "Ch—ch—ch—cheers..." She gasped, utterly mortified. Before Roadhog could loosen his grip properly, Hana's right sock began to slide away from her foot. Roadhog saw it and adjusted his grip to rest on the sock instead of her waist, and he simply watched as she slowly slid out of the sock and fell lightly to the floor, her hair plastered to her forehead by sweat, her face fire-engine red.