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“Come on, idiotas! Let’s get out of here already, I got what we came for!” Sombra called as she pulled out her own machine pistol, expelling the contents towards the armoured Winston as she and Widowmaker fell back, the opposite direction to Tracer and Reaper. “Winston!!” Tracer shouted out as she jumped and spun around a furious but collected Reaper, “Sombra has whatever she came for love! She’s getting away with Amélie! Go! I’ll keep this one busy!” Winston looked up, watching as in one direction Tracer zipped and harried a retreating and occupied Reaper, while in the other direction Widowmaker and hentai Sombra were backing away, focusing their fire on him still. “Mercy, get him to cover! I’ve got to stop those two before they get away!” Winston growled, feeling his anger rise. Mercy nodded swiftly and leaned down, taking Soldier 76 by his good arm and pulling it around her neck, hoisting him up with a groan, her wings spreading to help take the weight. “Think you can do my job, do you?....” Soldier 76 said with a rough sounding grunt of pain as he hung onto Mercy, his legs weak under him, but strong enough to walk with her help. Winston grinned briefly, “Someone has to.” With that he turned, letting out a bellowing roar which violently shook the air around them as, eyes glowing red with fury, he leapt towards the escaping pair, fearlessly throwing himself into the incoming fire. It was sometime later when Tracer and Winston regrouped with Mercy and a now mostly recovered Soldier 76. They regaled each other with an all too familiar story, Reaper melting away into smoke, Widowmaker zipping away at a speed which left Winston to focus on and chase Sombra and whatever information she had obtained, but she too had vanished, leaving them empty-handed for their efforts. They spent some time sharing their concerns about what it might have been that Sombra had gotten her hands on and agreed that they’d have to keep a close eye on things moving forward. They talked for a while longer before, as the sun started to set, they went their separate ways returning to their perspective homes and safe houses, or, in Tracer's case, someone else's.Widowmaker arrived at home having gone straight there after ensuring her pursuer had lost her, focusing instead on Sombra. Silently she slipped in through an open window, eager to be here for Lena’s return which she expected soon, guessing the girl would be hot on her heels. She went through the cautious process of settling her Widow’s Kiss away inside a hidden drawer in her bedroom and wondered if it would be worth having a shower before she changed, or whether she should do that later, together with Lena. She let out a sigh and stood, stretching her arms out above her head as she arched her back, feeling her suit cling even tighter to her body as she did. She lifted her hands to her shoulders, about to slide the fabric down and off when something in the air gave her reason to pause. She glanced around her room for a moment, yellow eyes darting back and forth as she drank in the emptiness, her hands still held at her shoulders, tense. After a few long seconds she lowered her hands to her hips before speaking, her voice stern and mirthless, “Sombra…” “Ah you’re no fun,” Sombra replied in her bright but quite mild Mexican accent, a childishness to the tone that reminded Widowmaker of Lena, but it was less friendly and more impertinent, her invisibility fading, rippling down her body in a purple gleam to reveal her still in her high neck, high tailed jacket, “you could’ve at least waited until it was down to your waist to realise I’m here, mi pequeña araña…” “What are you doing here?” Widowmaker said coldly, her rich French accent conveying her displeasure as she kept her hands on her hips eying the girl with a severe frown. Absolutely nothing was mentioned about our encounter at her rental cabin. “I did,” I admitted, blushing at the memory of the guilty pleasure. And you know that if anything happens or you think something is going to happen that you really feel uncomfortable about then all you must do is say stop. Jan's own powerful orgasmic sensations rapidly overwhelmed her. I examined the paintings once again. If I thought my mind was clouded before, it was ready for a storm now. Lifting the hatch let her hear them clearly- she was definitely up against terrorists. “…real good with…” It was a necessary drug to keep a harem of my horny women satiated. An hour later she finally stumbled across what he'd mentioned deep within Mary's records. I’m famished.” Aunty said as she stood up. I see Sharon smiling. She told them to call her after first fuck and left. She moaned loudly with approval. My backside feels exposed, but it’s having my breasts bared that really humiliates me. My face layed on the grass, my ass high up and on top a big dock with his big dog cock buried deep inside my body. The door was open and there Lying on the bed was the most adorable sexy sight he had ever seen. It's nothing you've never seen before." Brie swallowed and then, almost imperceptibly, nodded her head. “Ouch!” I said as Sandra tightened it a little too much. And before he put the condom on, he had hentai me return the favor. “You taste amazing, that's why!” he groaned. There were so few teenagers that were virgins now a days, that’s how he remembered her.