He's hungry for tight pussy- and Lynn fits the Bill.

Lynn sat on the scummy floor, legs splayed, covered in sweat and slowly melting inside her costume. Every time she tried to rise, her thighs clenched tight, desperately seeking something to squeeze. Lynn's head couldn't understand what had happened, but her dripping cunt understood perfectly- and it needed more.

Lynn stuck a delicate hand between her legs and rubbed herself through her costume, seeking some kind of relief, but she couldn't come close to what she needed. There was no substitute for rock-hard cock. She let out a moan of pure frustration.

It was a sound Bill hadn't heard in thirty years of marriage. His pants tightened around his throbbing cock. Whatever dark science the portal used, it had let him tear past society's bullshit and tear into a young, pent-up girl who obviously hadn't taken a real dick in her life.

He got to the landing beneath Lynn and peered up to see Lynn with her eyes closed, one hand rocking between her thighs, the other furiously mashing her costume's control collar, demanding the suit tighten, pull harder over her cum-filled pussy, **** her whole body with invisible hands. Her suit strained and pulled taut over her body, becoming nothing more than paint.

Bill paused for a moment to drink in the sight of a girl so horny she couldn't even stand. There was a steadily growing wet spot where he'd filled her with his hot, sticky cum. She hissed and slid her hand from her collar to her breast.

"F-fuck," Lynn gasped. Her suit shrank tighter than it ever had before, squeezing her dripping cunt and crushing her tits in its hands. Her back arched, her hips bucked, and her throat let out a wordless cry-

And then the suit squealed as Bill's cum short-circuited the whole thing. The D .Va costume-turned-sex-toy fell away from Lynn's body and pooled around her waist, leaving her half-naked and robbed of her orgasm.

"FUCK!"