D.Va dives into Mei's muffler!

Joy squealed softly as Lynn redoubled the **** on her breasts. The half-Korean pixie squeezed and kneaded Joy's soft tits with both hands and mashed them together with all her strength.

"Ow!" Joy said, wincing slightly. "What are you doing?"

Then Lynn took both Joy's raw nipples in her mouth and went to work with her tongue.

Joy let out a gasp as a burning-hot sensation spread from her breasts and engulfed her whole body. Waves of white-hot passion rolled over her each time Lynn sucked her saliva-soaked nipples. Joy's fingers dug into Lynn's shirt and pulled it up and off her body in mindless passion.

Lynn raised her arms to let Joy sweep her shirt off, but she kept her chest buried in Joy's body. She refused to show her front to the camera- all it would get was her glistening, sexy back.

Just as Joy felt she was about to come for the third time, Lynn slowed her pace. She lowered her head down Joy's body, kissing her chest and stomach. Joy didn't care where Lynn was headed; she needed Lynn back where she was.

"Don't stop, you fucking camwhore!" Joy snarled, suddenly angrier than she'd ever been in her life. "Don't you dare stop!"

Lynn was speechless for a moment, almost enough to stop her slow slide down to Joy's panties. She knew Joy had fire, but wow. She looked up (even though all she could see was the mountain of Joy's tits) and pursed her lips.

"Shut up and let me eat your pussy," Lynn said.

"Oh," Joy said, suddenly embarrassed... but not so embarrassed to keep her from Joy spreading her legs.

A hot, sweet aroma washed over Lynn as her nose passed the waistband of Joy's panties. She had to get at Joy's pussy without risking a nip slip or being awkward, and that meant keeping her hands covering her tits. There was only one thing she could do.

Lynn growled playfully and bit into the soaked white cotton right over Joy's pussy.

"Holy shit," Joy said breathlessly. She could feel Lynn's hot breath on her burning snatch. "Do it. Do it now!"

With a great, wet ripping noise, Lynn tore Joy's panties apart. She sat up and smiled, revealing a dripping-wet shred of Joy's panties dangling proudly from her teeth. Joy was too far gone to appreciate the art, but her online audience wasn't.

Joy lay back on the bed. Every bit of her was ready: her fists were clenched, her legs spread, her thighs quivering. Her luscious pink pussy, decorated with a well-kept thatch of dark brown hair, was wetter than a melting glacier.

Lynn shoved her face in Joy's steaming-hot pussy and gave her the first- and best- tongue-fucking of her life.

Lynn's mouth was everywhere: Her tongue lapped at Joy's slick pussy, taking every drop of her sweetness and giving even sweeter pleasure in return. Her eager motions moved further and further away from Joy's dripping vagina, closer to her most sensitive place. Joy's deep, thoaty moans only grew louder with every pass of Lynn's tongue.

At last, Lynn reached the peak of Joy's pussy. She paused with her tongue poised just over Joy's pulsing clit.

"Oh, God..." Joy whimpered.

It was all Lynn needed to hear. She gave Joy's clit a single, delicate lick.

Joy screamed.

Lynn's tongue darted over Joy's clit like a butterfly, each flutter making the breathless girl's hips buck. She didn't last long; it only took ten seconds until Joy came in a hip-thrashing, dripping wet mess.

Lynn backed away and let out a deep breath. Her mouth was slathered with Joy's juices, her breasts were hot and sweaty with how she'd held them the entire time, and her arms were beginning to cramp.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her cell phone's chat app change from white to red; the admins had finally woken up and banned her stream. The burning desire inside her winked out.

"Cleanup time," Lynn said with a sigh. She dropped her aching arms and let her breasts free- they had angry red marks where she'd gripped them with her fingers.

"H-huh? Oh... Lynn, wow." Joy said, still in a daze from her third orgasm.

Lynn left her on the bed and headed to the shower. The show was over.