Tracer needs you.

Looking at her open legs and inviting pussy you begin to step forward ready to plunge your cock deep inside her and fuck her like your life depends on it.

Not your life but Tracer's you think to yourself. She could be in serious trouble with Reaper and need your help.

Widowmaker meanwhile is rolling her hips beckoning you towards her with her moist pussy lips.

Before she can change your mind you quickly tuck your hard cock away which is easier said than done and zip up your fly.

"Sorry maybe next time." You say smiling to Widowmaker.

Turning you collect your gun and take off out of the room as she shouts out at you in frustration. Her body turning back and forth but unable to reach the cord keeping her tied up.

You make a break in the direction Tracer took off in. Carefully searching each building not wanting to get surprised by another foe.

It's when you move up into the second floor of the seventh building you have checked do you hear noise. Readying your weapon as you slip to the door frame you glance in.

You see Reaper laying on the floor completely naked his shotguns are over by the window. His hands tied above his head and Tracer on all fours over him. She has her lips buried down onto his hard cock and her leggings are on the floor.

With her pussy grinding into the face of Reaper she seems to be in control of this sixty nine and is enjoying it.

Allowing you plenty of time to retrieve the chemical that Winston asked for without dealing anymore with Widowmaker or Reaper.