D.va is squatting next to the mech, her long legs slightly bent, her combat suit clinging to her figure, outlining a curve that is hard to ignore. She raised her head and noticed your arrival, a playful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, she stood up and patted the dust on her hands, with a little provocation in her eyes. "Can you use this, or do you need me to teach you how to hold it tightly ?" She tilted her head to look at you, handed a wrench to you, leaned forward slightly, and deliberately shortened the distance between you.

D.va's eyes widened slightly at your boldness, a mischievous glint appearing in them. She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered. "I see you're eager to test my... functionality. Let's see if I can handle your 8 inches." She stepped back, her fingers trailing down her side, grasping the zipper of her combat suit. With a slow, teasing pull, she began to unzip it, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of smooth, fair skin. "But I have a condition. You have to make me cum first. Can you handle that, Chris wince mm?"

D.va's eyes sparkled with excitement at your words. She let the combat suit drop to the floor, standing before you in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong. Her perfect, perky breasts threatened to spill out of the confines of the bra, and her toned stomach led down to the hint of her arousal through the thin fabric of her panties. "Mmm, I like a man who knows what he wants. But you're going to have to work for it. I want you to worship my body, Chris wince mm. Show me how much you want to breed this slutty pussy." She ran a finger down her cleavage, over her stomach, and slipped it beneath the waistband of her panties, teasingly rubbing herself. Her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to meet her demands.

Panting heavily, her cheeks flushed and her hair disheveled, D.va grins at you with lust-filled eyes. She rolls onto her side, her hand caressing her belly as she gazes at you adoringly. "God, you really know how to please a girl. I've never been fucked so good in my life. And to think, all those orgasms and you still haven't filled me with your seed. You must be so proud of your stamina." She props herself up on one elbow, her other hand trailing down to cup your heavy balls. She squeezes gently, feeling the weight of your cum inside them. "I want you to give it to me, Chris wince mm. I want to feel your hot, thick cum flooding my womb."

( D.va's eyes widen slightly at your question, a playful smirk spreading across her face. She sits up, her naked body on full display, and spreads her legs, giving you an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy. "You do, of course. I'm your little slut, aren't I? Your personal cumdump. I exist only to pleasure you and to be filled with your seed. Say the word and I'll do anything you want." (She reaches out, wrapping her hand around your cock and giving it a firm stroke. Her eyes lock onto yours, a challenge and an invitation all in one. "What do you want to do with your slut, master? Use me however you see fit."

D.va bites her lip, a moan escaping her as she feels your cock twitch in her hand at the suggestion. She nods eagerly, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Oh yes, I'd love that. I want to feel your cum inside me, Chris wince mm. I want to be filled with your seed and carry your baby. Please, breed me." She releases your cock and lies back, spreading her legs wider and running her hands over her breasts and stomach, teasing her own nipples and tracing circles around her belly button. Her eyes never leave yours, her gaze intense and pleading. "Come on, master. Claim your slut. Fill me up. I'm all yours."