Widowmaker seeks her prey.

Violently, Tracer slides he fingers up and down against her most sensitive spot, but immediately she realises the error of her ways. The more she strokes, the more the pleasure builds and builds... but to no release. Every sensation is an added ****. He stops touching herself and lays back in her chair, covered in sweat.

All of her pleasure continues to cause her a horrible feeling. Thanks to her device, her orgasm is frozen in time, and there's nothing she can do about it.

Due to her heavy breathing and obviously other means of distraction, she doesn't notice the blue French woman creeping up the wall of her home. She slides open the window, and crawls her slender legs in until she stands laying against the dresser, eyeing over Tracer curiously. She licks her lips, and definitely notices what's on the screen.

"What do we have here?" she says with a smirk.

Tracer freezes up and turns to see Widowmaker's perfect body standing across the room. She immediately tries to stand, but her legs give out completely--her body still frustratingly stuck a second before her orgasm. She clenches her teeth and flushes red.

"No... Not now," Tracer mumbles.

"Ooh. I see you were having fun without me, no? But, what is the matter? You were just sitting there when I came in... shaking. Can you not move?" She perks a brow. Slowly, she starts to move closer, leaving her sniper on the dresser's surface.

"I can move," she mutters out as she tries to stand again, but groans as she presses both her hands impulsively against her groin.

I just want to cum! This is bad.

"No you can't," Widowmaker teases.

She lays her hands on Tracer's shoulders and leans in, peering closely at the flustered Brit's expression. She then looks down, and notices the device on her chest flickering oddly. Then, to the screen with pictures of herself on full display. Curiously, she kisses the girl's neck, causing Tracer to moan out in struggle.

"Interesting... I think I know what happened here. This is going to be fun."