Widowmaker

Tracer didn’t care anymore, she needed to get off and she had wanted to kneed that ass before so why not now. The brunette tried to stand up but her legs didn’t obey here and so she had to crawl towards Widowmaker, who now watched her, again with these hungry eyes.

Widowmaker stepped forward and Tracer let out a thankful noise as the blue skinned beauty towered in front of her. “So you want me to help you?” her French accent was so sexy, just like her tight outfit, her well visible breasts, just everything about her screamed at Tracer. “Yes, please help me.” Widowmaker placed one of her boots in front of the crawling Tracers face. “Then beg me.”

She knew what she had to do. Tracer licked the snipers clean boots, her movements leaving a wet line on the material. She could hear Widowmaker laugh, the sound turned her on and Tracer massaged her pussy while still licking the spider boots. “Please.” Tracer begged. “Please help me, I need to cum.” Tears filled her eyes again, her own touch just wasn’t enough.

Widowmaker kneeled down, “I will warn you, mon cherry, I bite.” She said as she pulled Tracer into a kiss. The cool touch of her lips on Tracers own, heated ones was so pleasant and hot. Their tongues dancing around each other as sloppy sounds filled the room. Widowmaker then broke the kiss, strands of saliva were still connecting the two women as she spoke. “Let’s get out of these clothes.”

Tracer followed the command and she hastily got rid of everything that wasn’t her chronal accelerator. Widowmaker took a more sensual approach, her left hand sliding down her leg, pushing a button at her boots. All the bindings of her clothes opened at once and she peeled out of the dress.

“You like what you see, little girl?” Widowmaker asked and struck a seductive pose, which emphasised her chest. “Yes.” Tracer was leaning back and furiously masturbated while looking at the spectacle that was Widowmakers body. Said Widowmaker turned changed into a few other poses, much enjoying the kind of reaction she could get out of the normally carefree brit. Finally Widowmaker turned around and, while looking over her shoulder, presented her backside to Tracer.

The brunette was obviously turned on by the sight of her firm arse. “Follow me.” Widowmaker said and walked over to the nearby table on which Reaper was still maintaining his gun. Tracer followed obediently. At the table Widowmaker bend over, her upper body supported by the cold metal of the table. “Now you get to worship this ass, Tracer, eat me out.” A command Tracer followed willingly.

Kneeling down under Widowmaker, Tracer caressed her cold, well rounded cheeks. She kissed the left cheek and gave the right one a good squeeze as her mouth closed into Widowmakers crotch. The snipers pussy was clean shaved and Tracer slit her tongue through her lips while holding Widowmakers ass with both hands. “Mhm, Yeees, that’s a good girl.” Widowmaker poured as Tracer ate her out.

Feeling the warm tongue inside her made Widowmaker recall all the times she had masturbated to this and similar fantasies about Tracer. The brit took one of her hands of the blue ass and wanted to further her own lust. “Non non non. No, touching yourself.” Widowmaker warned Tracer “otherwise you can take care of yourself.” Tracer’s hand went back to the empty arse cheek. “Yes.” Tracer said, slight regret in her voice and went back to massaging the arse. A couple of minutes later Widowmaker was incredibly wet and told her to stop. Widowmaker turned around and watched Tracers face, flushed in lust and covered in her fluids, kneeling on the ground in front of her.

A hand was extended towards Tracer and she took it, Widowmaker pulled her up and into another passionate kiss. The enemies moaned as their bodies rubbed against each other, their breasts pressing together. Tracer jumped a little bit as Widowmaker touched the brit’s pussy, they kiss growing more heated by the second as Tracer closed her eyes and lost herself in the moment.

Next thing she knew she was lying on her back on the table, and when her eyes opened she saw Widowmaker about to go down on her. With great precision the snipers tongue circled around Tracer’s clit, her moans turning into screams as Widowmaker inserted three finger into her gushing vagina. “Oh yes.” Tracer moaned loudly, Widowmaker had started to suck on her clit, the fingers speed increasing getting her ever closer to orgasm.

Widowmaker stopped ad climbed unto the table. “You won’t be cumming until I am, mon cherry.” The French poured, putting her hips above Tracer face, who immodestly started to lick the sweet, cold juices from Widowmakers pussy.

Pouring Widowmaker got back at her own task, inserting her tongue deep into Tracers crotch and eating away at it. Tracer was so close to orgasming but every time she had almost finished Widowmaker stopped and said. “I told you, you will come when I do.”

Tracer redoubled her efforts as she pulled herself deep into Widowmaker’s crotch, her fingers buried in the soft flesh of her enemies arse and vigorously penetrated her with her tongue. Eventually Widowmaker’s moaning grew more heated and now she increased her speed again. Tracer was so close to climaxing and this time Widowmaker didn’t stop.

The French came first, her fluid spreading over Tracers face, who almost suffocated herself for the sake of release, the quirky brit was quick to follow and screamed into the spasming crotch in front of her as she squirted once into Widowmakers face. Both of the women writhed in their respective orgasms until Widowmaker collapsed on top of Tracer.