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. Sombra’s length rested softly between her thighs, long and thick with a hooded tip and two heavy looking nuts that made Lena feel anxious and even a little guilty. “Sombra,” Amélie said coldly. Sombra moved her hand away from Lena’s Chronal Accelerator, which was now covered in a network of interlacing purple webs, and smirked at Lena, “Just a little trick I learned recently little chica. How did she find out?” Lena asked, her voice a little shaken, the concern in it obvious. Tracer got to enjoy the startled look on her face as she reached out a hand, poking Sombra on the nose. “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? “Y-you close?” Sombra panted, looking up at Lena and drawing her smoky half-lidded gaze.
