Reluctantly.

“I don’t know, love, this is kinda…” Tracer fiddled around, her eyes focused on the ground. “Oh, common.” Symmetra said and put an arm around her. “This will be fun.” Her arm wandered lower, fondling Tracer’s left breast. A small moan escaped Tracer’s lips. The sexual escapades of the last month had increased her sensitivity by a lot it seemed.

Symmetra leaned in and whispered into Tracers ear. “A lot of fun actually.” The fondling continued, Tracer’s tried to hold back her moans as she was thinking feverishly if she wanted this or if she should push back Symmetra.

The Indian herself took Tracer’s inaction as a signal to grow bolder. A quick pull at her chronal accelerator and the two heroines stood face to face. Symmetra put her hand on Tracer’s chin. Their eyes met for a few seconds, then Tracer made her decision.

Their lips met, cheers and whistles filled the air as the two of them kissed passionately, peeling each other’s closes off until they were naked as the rest of the TP-people. When the kiss broke, Tracer smiled. “Okay, okay. I will join.”

Another cheer and the second TP orgy began.