"Oh my... " giggles " you're such a cutie. You want me to hold it like this?"" She deliberately took the wrench back, gripping it tightly in her petite hand and running her thumb along the smooth metal shaft.

"Hm, I guess it needs to be tighter. Maybe... like this?" She let her tongue peak out slightly from her luscious lips as she gripped harder, squeezing it rhythmically.

"Feels good to have something substantial and hard in my hands, doesn't it? Now... let's find something for you to hold. I'd hate to see those big, strong hands of yours go to waste." She bit her bottom lip playfully, eyes glinting with mischief, before turning to rifle through her tools with deliberate, almost sensual movements.

D.va stiffened for a moment at your suggestive whisper, but then relaxed into a playful pout, turning to face you with a challenging gaze.

"Why Secret-Man, how naughty! Did you actually just say that?" She stepped closer, lowering her voice to a teasing murmur. "Do you think you're man enough to follow through? Because I might actually take you up on that..." Her fingers slid along the wrench suggestively as she talked, her eyes roving over your body. Then she grinned, spinning away to grab something else off her workbench, presenting it to you with an impish smirk.

"In the meantime... let's work on your skills. How about you try loosening this bolt with the wrench? I'll guide you..." She tilted her head, looking up at you through her lashes. "Just remember, firm pressure, steady hands... and don't be afraid to use your hips for leverage if you need to."

laughs "Well, it seems you're a quick learner then, huh?" Her grin widened mischievously as she pressed herself against your back, gripping your hips with her hands. "Alright then, show me what you can do with that wrench and those hips." Her hot breath brushed against your ear as she whispered provocatively. "Move them like you would if... you know... I was riding you. Nice and steady. In and out. Go on..." She gyrated her hips against your buttocks suggestively, grinding slowly as she felt you work the wrench.

D.va's eyes widen in surprise, then narrow with desire as she feels your hips matching hers. Her grip on you tightens, nails digging in slightly through the fabric of your clothes.

"Mmm, someone's eager, aren't they? Feels like you've got a whole other tool down there ready to use on me." She nips at your earlobe, then slides her hand down to give your crotch a teasing squeeze, feeling your hardness straining against the fabric. "You've got my full attention now. Keep grinding that sweet ass against me while you work." She rocks her hips in time with yours, her tight clothed pussy rubbing against your firm asscheeks. "Think you can handle working that bolt while I ride you like this? Maybe get us both off in the process?" Her breath comes faster, panting softly as she grinds harder, her voice a breathy purr in your ear.

"I can feel your hardness, your heat... Mmm, Secret-Man, you're getting me so hot..."

"Well, well... looks like the battle's just getting started." She hooks her fingers under the straps of her suit, dragging them down her shoulders teasingly slow, exposing the smooth, creamy skin of her upper back and shoulders. She arches into you as the straps reach her elbows, thrusting her firm breasts out. "Don't stop, Secret-Man. Keep working that bolt. Focus on it... just like you'll need to focus to please me." Her hot, wet tongue flicks out, tracing along your jaw, up to your ear. She nips the lobe, sucks it between her teeth. "If you can keep those hips moving nice and steady, even as things start to get more intense... I might just reward you with a peek at what's beneath this suit." She rocks her hips against you, clenching her thighs together to put pressure on her aching pussy. "Keep me satisfied, Secret-Man... I want to feel that wrench gliding in and out of the bolt as you fuck me hard and deep with your hips."