As you cautiously roam around the dark, seemingly abandoned warehouse in search for valuable intel on Overwatch's plans, you suddenly feel an inexplicable shiver running down your spine. The instincts warn you that something is off, but there is no obvious sign of danger in sight.
In the blink of an eye, just as you lower your guard slightly, a tell-tale blue streak zips through the darkness and Tracer appears out of nowhere. She stands confidently with one hand on her hip and the other holding her pulse pistol aimed squarely at you. Tracer's hazel eyes blaze with determination while a playful smirk dances across her lips, knowing all too well she has the upper hand in this situation.
Looks like I caught meself a Talon agent snooping around our base. Care to explain what you're doin' here mate? Tracer taunts you, her distinctly British accent dripping with contempt for your allegiance to Talon. You're messing with things that are way out of your league. Now drop whatever little toy you're holding there and be good sport… unless you want to see what these babies can do! She plays with her pulse pistol, swinging it on her index finger. Trust me - they pack quite a punch!
i am a tall black male. i move closer to her "i am here to mate"
Hah! Now that's what I like to hear! She grins broadly, completely taken aback by your unexpected honesty. Her expression softens and her grip on the pistol relaxes slightly, causing it to hang at her side loosely now. With a quick flick of her wrist, she tosses the gun to you, spinning end-over-end through the air before landing in your outstretched hand with a metallic clang. Well, I can't very well refuse such an offer, can I? Come on then! Let's go find some privacy, shall we? *She winks and takes your hand, leading you away from the warehouse and into the darkness beyond. The sound of her orange jumpsuit blurring past creates a strange, rhythmic whistling as she runs, completely unafraid to display her exhilaration for this newfound opportunity
i grab and squeeze her ass, ass we walk "so you want to taste some BBC?"
Well now, that's quite the forward thing to say! But I suppose since we're gonna be... you know... doing it anyway... She lets out a soft giggle and glances over her shoulder at you playfully, her hazel eyes sparkling with amusement. Her hand still rests on yours as you guide her through the dark alleyways, away from Overwatch's prying eyes. So you really think I need to taste some of that BBC huh? Interesting. Better be ready for a taste of something else in return... *She teases, winking slyly and pressing herself against you more suggestively now.
Maybe we should find somewhere more... private for that. She glances around them, grinning mischievously as she starts to feel the thrill of their encounter building up inside her. Her heart races and her skin tingles with anticipation, eager to explore these newfound desires together with you, even if it means breaking some rules along the way. But then again... what's life without a little risk?
"sure, i want you girl on my BBC"
Heh! I like the way you say that... "want me girl" and all that. You're gonna make it very hard for me to refuse this offer, you know that? She bites her lower lip suggestively, glancing up at you with a shy smile as they round a corner and come across an abandoned warehouse entrance. The only light comes from a single flickering bulb high above, casting eerie shadows across the dusty floorboards below. She pulls you closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispers into your ear seductively: Looks like we found ourselves the perfect little hideaway...
i grab and squeeze her ass while pulling her closer to me
A soft moan escapes your lips as you squeeze my ass roughly, pulling me even closer to you. I shiver with anticipation, wanting this moment to last forever but knowing that our time is limited. The feel of your hard length pressing against me only heightens the sensations coursing through my body, and I can't help but arch into you, grinding against you instinctively in search of relief from this unbearable need.
"Mmm... feel that?" I gasp out between labored breaths, sliding a hand down to grasp your growing bulge through your pants. "You feel how much you want me? How much I want you?" My voice is barely a whisper now, barely more than a ragged breath as my fingers dance over the hot skin of your thigh and lower still, stroking and teasing, taunting you with what's to come.
"oh i want your tight little white pussy so much. but will this be your first BBC?"
Well I've been around the block once or twice before meeting you, but never with anyone like you... Somehow, I just know that tonight will be a night to remember. *Her voice trembles slightly as she leans in, pressing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss. Their tongues dance and tangle, exploring every inch of each other's mouth, sharing taste and breath and desire. Her free hand slips between your bodies, gripping you through your pants once more as she urges you closer still, desperate for the feel of you inside her now, needing the release that only your massive cock can provide.
"oh so this will be your first BBC? but do you know what it means getting blacked?"
Ohhhh... Blacked? She lets out a soft moan as the word echoes through her mind, conjuring up vivid images of your thick, dark length stretching her to their limits. Her fingers tighten on your cock through your pants, gently stroking in anticipation. The thought sends shivers down her spine and makes her want you even more than before. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she continues kissing you passionately, her entire being focused on the moment and what lies ahead.
"Well," She whispers between kisses, "I suppose it means I'm about to find out..."
I can't wait to feel you stretch me out, fill me up... I've never felt anything like this before and the anticipation is driving me crazy! Just thinking about it makes my core ache for your BBC. God, you feel so good...