Un. As they rolled and scrambled to their feet Widowmaker’s mind counted every second with precision, this was the critical phase. She was on her feet first, her history as a ballerina giving her poise and balance beyond that of Tracer when she was not in the process of blinking around. Deux. Tracer looked over as she came to her feet, refocusing her gaze on teen Widowmaker through the yellowish glint of her goggles, disorientated she glimpsed a glint of steel, a flash. “Trois!” Widowmaker shouted as the blade left her hand. “Ahh!” Tracer cried out as the knife pierced her jumpsuit, burying Hardcore itself to the hilt in her chest, pain blossoming in her like a flower as she, on pure instinct alone, recalled. The pain vanished as quickly as it had appeared, the world shifting around her as time flowed differently for her, sending her body back to precisely where it had been, exactly three seconds ago. “Ah! No! Ahhh!” Tracer cried out as she found herself hovering once more over the alley, except this time without Widowmakers legs to grab a hold of. In a panic, she blinked this way and that as gravity took its unrelenting hold on her, trying to grab any sill or handhold on the opposing buildings, but her efforts only served to slow her inevitable fall to the ground below. “Ugh!” She gasped, hitting the grimy floor of the alley threesome with a heavy thud and a bad sounding crack from her chronal accelerator. “Uuuhhh…” She groaned, slowly pushing herself up to her knees, feeling shaken and hurt, looking up and trying to focus on a suddenly prominent point of red flashing light. The Venom mine detonated in her face, a cloud of pink gas engulfing Tracer, filling her lungs and, without the escape of her accelerators recall, either damaged or still cooling down, she had no out but to try and crawl out of the pink haze that swirled oppressively around her. Widowmaker stood on the edge of the building's roof, a smirk on her features as she watched her fallen foe crawling from the expanding and dispersing pink cloud, different from its usual purple, but it was, after all, a unique formula, fit for its very unique purpose. With a dry chuckle she began to lower herself down, in no rush as she stopped off to collect her Widows Kiss Rifle and waiting until the last of the pink smoke had drifted away before she allowed herself down the rest of the way, watching as the yellow jumpsuit-clad figure of Tracer, sat slumped against a wall, breathing hard and coughing. “Ahh petite fille, how does it feel, to finally lose?” She said in a calm cadence, her faux panic gone now, replaced instead by a smug look, her usually stoic expression now a sly smirk that suited her beautiful, albeit altered features. “W-what did you do to me!” Tracer coughed out, the fear and disorientation in her bright vibrant voice music to Widowmaker's ears. Widowmaker let out a dry chuckle, “I anal beat you.” She stepped slowly over to Tracer, squatting down and reaching out, using a gloved hand to raise the girl's chin even as she winced, forcing her to look into Widowmakers unnatural yellow eyes, “Now sleep, things will be different when you wake up… Fais de beaux rêves, ha, though I doubt it.” “W-what? W-... Uhh..” Tracer whimpered slightly as Widowmaker released her head, letting it fall against her chest as sleep took its hold on her. Tracer’s dreams were less than pleasant, confusion and pain, fear and terror, all mixed in with the persistent vision of, bizarrely, a flower slowly losing its petals and wilting away. yoga A few times she thought she had awoken, but the nightmare she awoke to those times had been too dark to be real. Movement, pain, music? Flowers? Tracer let out a low moan and felt her body stretch out, her muscles aching and her head throbbing, though at the very least the pain seemed to be slowly melting away, her entire body comfortably spread out over a soft supportive mattress. “I-I’m alive…” she whispered to herself amazed to have woken up at all, “Where… Where am I… Who's there?...” she asked, her eyes opening to narrow slits, the bright light of the room blinding, her vision blurred as she tried to pull herself from whatever deep sleep she had been in, seeing the vague outline of a person. “Welcome home, mon amour.” Came a far too familiar voice, the rich French accent soft and unconcerned. Hi, this is taneesha shah again. Focusing on the action on the screen, I slid my fingers along the outline of my hard shaft. How about ‘Pussy Kat’.” “Mmm, that's it, Mr. Davies,” purred Courtney. “Then touch me, milord.” The phrase came out like a whisper, a tinge of shame and I could not feel much more. The alternative is that he makes me do it anyway, and this way I can fool myself into saying I consented. I was getting close to cumming from the rush of dominance I was feeling. I saw a yoga couple of young men a few times and Hardcore wondered if they were going in circles just to get another look at me. “I think we made them cum, slut” said Stacy. My mother, seeing that I was 18 and legally an adult in the US, decided I was clear to stay home by myself. Yeah this is going to be a fun night for me, I sang as I stepped out of my high threesome heals, grabbed a glass along with my bottle of wine, and headed up the stairs to my bathroom. I had trouble finding a rhythm so I could breathe, but eventually managed short breaths between slams. I blushed a little and then I saw Ben move over next to him. I removed our trousers and kept them on my shoulder. It didn’t taste of pee, just your cum, It was brilliant, I loved it.” I love it!” This teen kiss was more intense than any of the others they had shared earlier. - Weekly. "I need you to sit across from me on that log to block his line of sight," she said, nodding to the dead tree next to the trunk. He was getting a new hard-on, since he could see Lana’s black bra now, anal and she was moving to unclasp it. brush her hair but seemed to be having trouble. Sonja dismounted me and I got up onto my knees. That thought led him to another. This was so amazing she wanted to cry of joy. We just seemed to click on every level, and we both spent most of the afternoon just cracking each other up. I just don’t want this becoming the school’s business.” I continued, the silence making me uncomfortable. Now shush, and make love to me.” She said then left. Her cunt clenched about my cock. The girls recovered and got some snacks and drinks.