Distributing the banana cream overseas

Returning to her dayroom for a short reprieve she froze when she entered and Soraka sat on her bed, massaging a massive erection as she smiled at the fish-woman. "Come in and close the door, fishie." she mocked, and Nami complied, swallowing visibly as the Soraka stood, brandishing her horsecock. "Now, I know you can't fuck, I'm not Renekton or Cassiopeia..." she began, pointing to the ground expectingly, Nami quickly sitting obediently, before she continued "but, I also know how sensitive you are, and how well you polish a knob. I'm here to collect my dues, you slut." Without warning she released her cock, having held it upright the whole time, the slab of meat smacking Nami straight in the face, sending the support recoiling back as she shied away from it. "Wh-why..?" she begged for an explanation, as Soraka sneered, pressing her advantage, and her meat into the woman's mouth. Quickly and easelessly violating her throat she reveled in the sensation, pumping it in and out of the complacent woman's mouth.
Nami's cheeks were a deep red as Soraka made use of her, throbbing suddenly copious amounts of her volatile semen ran down the fish's throat, Soraka letting out a please groan as she continued fucking into her. It was all Nami could do to choke it down but the sensation of Soraka fucking her mouth so eagerly, and while filling her with semen, it was too much to bear. The fish-woman shivered as she was completely lost in the feeling, another batch of Soraka's seed flushing its way down her throat, and she willingly accepted it, as Soraka pulled herself out of her wanting mouth.

Completely silent and slightly dazed, Soraka stood up and began walking away, Nami's voice reaching her before she close the door. "Please come back later, Soraka."