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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 Hardcore 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 amateur lost her, focusing instead on Sombra. Silently she slipped in through an open window, ass 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, 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 indian 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, doggystyle 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. Rays balls ass showed his 50+ years more than his face or body. “Riiiight,” Victoria said, giving Pita a sly look. We can’t leave you like this.” There was not even anybody around to look up my skirt. She gives me the most terrified look I’ve ever seen. “GO!” She ordered. Frustrated I blurted out to her: “Mom, you fool. I'm cumminnngg!” Orc females were just as hideous as the males if not more so, with the constant use for them being only to breed new soldiers often bloodlines were mixed within the same family. My dick throbbed against the swell of my sister’s belly. Staggering toward the door again, she broke out into a run. However, the person at the door was persistent, knocking louder and louder. I grinned. Pleasure caused her to shiver as her brother pushed himself deeper, stretching her young indian cunt until he was all the way in. She could feel his balls touching her taint and shivered again as her brother filled her like only their father had before. "You can try feeding yourself. “Err, that implies that you’ve been here without and clothes on Georgia.” Kate said. “We don’t give out that type of information,” she tells me. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left corner of her mouth. Following his gesture with her eyes, she was happy to see the silver fox who had earlier grabbed her ass striding up, his cock even harder than before. I find the work of Tina Kerr decent, but when I go to her page and notice no info, no comments and no forum activity, I just assume she’s dumping a backlog of work onto this site and Hardcore don’t even bother to send her a message. I asked both Jan and Susan when Neil was doggystyle out of earshot. He leaned in matching my amateur tempo. I kept the packet in my pocket. She was pleasant, and it was a very nice touch of her asking my wife if she needed anything. They embraced.