Lena blushed crimson as she took in the sight of Sombra stood naked before her, her breasts full on her chest, but more importantly, her cock waiting impatiently. “Tracer!!” Came a deep desperate growl amid a fresh burst of clinking gunfire and Tracer let out a loud desperate whine, bouncing her feet against the ground as she recognised the sound of ammo pinging off of Winston’s armour. XXX Just do it, mm?”
Lena bit her lip but nodded, squatting down and opening her backpack, pulling out the bulky piece of equipment and watching as Sombra moved around the room. Lena blinked and eyed Amélie curiously, “Hey, everything okay?”
Amélie nodded slowly, “Yeah, yeah no I just… Thought I heard something. Tracer watched through her protective goggles as the barrels were raised towards her, saw the minuscule tensing of his hands as he pulled the triggers, then she blinked.
