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Chapter 8 by Fiftyfiftyfifty Fiftyfiftyfifty

What's next?

Intense sexual .

Widowmaker strolls back up to the girl sitting back on her computer chair. She presses one knee between the girl's legs and takes her hands to place softly on her cheeks. She stares into her eyes. She smirks, and then presses her lips against Tracer's once more. Both girls softly moan out, though one in delight and the other in struggle.

She pulls away and begins to slide down Tracer's tight pants, revealing a pair of purple panties. She moves the pants down to her ankles, causing Tracer to place her hands swiftly between her own legs.

"Don't hide from me," Widowmaker purrs.

She pulls the girl's wrists away and looks down at the undergarments. She quickly takes hold of them, and tugs them down to the level of the pants. She begins to slide her fingers up and down the thighs as she looks towards the throbbing, agony-filled pussy.

"So, no matter how much you touch yourself, it doesn't come... yes?"

Tracer says nothing.

With a grin, she grabs Tracers wrists and holds them side, and then moves her mouth in front of the wanting groin. She slides her tongue skillfully up the labia and eventually against her clit. Tracer practically screams as drool trails down her chin and her face burns red. Her eyes look to the ceiling as she loses her sanity.

Lick. Lick. Lick.

The sexual delight only fills her unachievable climax.

"Stop! Oh my god, stop!" Tracer flails wildly in the grip of the assassin. "I can't take it anymore!"

Her volume echoes off the walls, but Widowmaker doesn't stop. She only speeds up.

Thankfully, she eventually slows to a stop, leaving the poor girl panting. Now, she seems to be constantly moaning, or at least making some kinds of strange noises, never stopping the shifting of her hips.

Widowmaker raises herself up but keeps her hand pressed against Tracer's nethers.

"My poor girl... Oh. You're such a fun toy to play with, but I don't know what to do. I think you'll pass out soon." She begins to stroke her fingers. "What should I do now? I can't make you cum anyway, so I guess you're just stuck like this."

Tracer whimpers. She starts screaming again, sensations surging through her body with no escape.

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