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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. “Not going to ask how I found you?” Sombra smirked, watching the obviously annoyed Widowmaker, “No? Oh, anime come on, mi amigo! We work together! We’re on the same side! You should be happy to see me!” Sombra laughed, patting Widowmaker on the shoulder before sitting down on the edge of her bed, running her bare augmented hand across its fabric as she casually crossed her legs. “What are you doing here Sombra,” Widowmaker repeated, taking a half step towards the girl who leaned back on her hands, smiling up with frustrating warmth at her sniping ally. “Why so cold and aggressive, ‘Amélie’?” Sombra asked and smirked with satisfaction as she watched Widowmaker's back stiffen and her gaze grow even colder, if that were possible, “What, don’t like being called Amélie? That is your name, isn’t it?” “I’m losing my patience,” Widowmaker responded, not bothering to hide the displeasure in her voice at the use of the name. “Oh, I’m sorry…” Sombra glanced down, lifting one hand and checking her nails this way and that, “I just thought, you know, since you didn’t mind Tracer calling you that before, you wouldn’t mind me calling you it now?” Sombra glanced up at Widowmaker with a smirk, “Oooh, you didn’t think about that at the time, did you? Probably a slip of the tongue on her part, but you know, it left me thinking? Who refers to their enemy by such an... Intimate name…?” “What do you know,” Widowmaker asked frostily. Sombra smiled, “At least you aren’t insulting my intelligence by coming up with excuses, I like that about you, ‘Amélie’,” she grinned, adding emphasis to her name, “I know you didn’t shoot to kill with little Tracer today, and I know that she knows you well enough apparently to call you by your real name. Oh, and I know that she spent the last weekend with you after you did an off the grid mission. I can only imagine what you two did that weekend, though, I don’t need to do too much imagining, you really should make sure your laptop is unplugged and shut down, mi amigo, you never know who’s listening in.” She laughed brightly. “And what do you want,” Widowmaker replied without any emotion. “What do I want? Oooh you know me Amélie, i’m such a chismosa, little gossip, I want to tell everyone who will listen,” she fanned out a hand, a bunch of displays popping up in the air, pictures edged with purple, not only of her own allies such as Doomfist and Reaper, but of Tracer's friends and Overwatch operatives, “and there’s a lot of people waiting to listen to me, you know?” “How much does your silence cost.” Sombra pouted some and stood, stepping towards Widowmaker, “You aren’t as fun as I hoped you’d be, I was hoping for some begging, some pleading, but I guess that isn’t really you, is it?” She looked up into Widowmaker's amber gaze, letting the taller woman explore her own, purple eyes. Sombra lifted up a hand and rested it on Widowmaker's face, feeling the woman's unnatural coolness under her palm, “I haven’t quite decided what my price will be…” She spoke softly, caressing her warm hand over Widowmaker's cool skin, tilting her head slightly in curiosity as she slowly ran a fingertip over the stoic Widowmaker's lips. It became obvious that the girls were evenly matched on strength and that endurance was going to be key. His nose was mashed into her groin so he took quick breaths when he could. In fact, she decided, feeling her daddy’s cock growing hard in her hand or mouth was her favorite thing in the world! I fucking HATE you Adam, you hear me?” I gathered up her tart juices. Sighing, now we'll see what's up Ephus thought, as he made a table, five chairs under a large cover appear. Her fat, dark-red nipples looked so delectable decorated with her creamy milk. This was it... After a while of this Andy shifted over and turned so he was on his back and his bum was in the air right in front of Cameron. He was in such orgasmic bliss that he couldn’t control himself. Be patient, trust the power of eroticism and never ever cross too heavily or too quickly into the "gross out territory." A large wet spot was visible as she lay there a moment, before lifting her ass and pulling them down and then kicking them free. For now, I need to concentrate on my case load and take care of business. Then she rolled me to my back and crawled onto me and wrapped her hand around my cock for the second time in 24 hours. As I was bending over to pick up the bikini bottoms I looked at my crotch and could see I raised the skirt enough it was now above my pussy. I feel like an escapee from an LL Bean fashion catalog," I said with a silly grin. Dave’s mind began to grow fuzzy again, but this time, he kept his wits about him and reestablished a connection with his Channel. She says excited. Her cunt-lips and nipples were tugged viciously up and apart by fine chains hooked into her skin; skewers pierced her breasts down and across and she bore the welts of a severe whipping. Literally hundreds of times. Once it did, I stood up and got in. We have a removable showerhead in that shower so I anime unhooked it and focused the water just on my dick. I think Mom was screwing somebody else!” The ladies park their cars and we all go inside. He felt her toned butt ripple beneath his hands over and over as she came down on him. However as she paced back and forth in front of the kneeling Reds every slave could tell all but one of the Reds were terrified of her. Bobby was right behind me and whispered to me “time to start giving Miss Philips her first fist fucking.” She said to start out slow but keep putting pressure on to insert my arm further. She flinched away, not expecting a course hand on the bare skin of her thigh. The strain was becoming was too much now; he could restrain the flow of time no longer. “Finally, I came down from my euphoria. “Yes, he did.” Cindy replied as she sipped her coffee.