Widowmaker's Turn [Part 1] (Patreon)

For last month's vote I was hoping to use the summer skin for Widow, but since it didn't get ported to SFM,  I figured instead, I could do something roughly based on a story by one of my favorite authors, Slutwriter. 

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“Fuck my worthless face,” Tracer moaned, opening and  fishhooking her mouth like a whore as if to prove the point. “Use my  throat like a toilet!”

“No, me first,  master!” countered the long-haired vixen, cupping her tits and tugging  furiously at the pert nipples. “I can’t wait any longer! I can take your  cock better than this… this… English bitch!”

Spike  laughed, cracking his knuckles. “Well, we’ll see who wants it more,” he  said, and his works hung ominously for a second in the semi-darkness as  he let his leaking cocktip bob against both of their cheeks, watching  as they strained their tongues and lips to orally service it while  maintaining their positions.

“Me!”

“No, please… me, master!”

In  the end, it was Widowmaker who got first run, and when it happened, it  happened suddenly. Spike poised his heavy cocktip at her plump and  inviting lips and shoved inward with little or no hesitation, drilling  nearly a foot of boy-cock into her gullet before anyone could even  blink. He gripped her heavy breasts in his small hands and kneaded them  roughly, his fingers making deep indentations in the flesh, pulling the  nipples into cone shaped and twisting them, using the mounds as  handholds while he filled her. Amélie’s surprised moan was obliterated  by the fleshy sound of dick invading her throat, and her neck, slender  and bird-like normally, bulged out obscenely as her face was reamed deep  and hard by a cock as thick as her bicep. Spike began to fuck in and  out, withdrawing almost all the way before driving back in to a depth of  about a foot. Amélie’s normally sultry and cultured voice was nowhere  to be heard, replaced by a series of indiscrete, humiliating gagging and  glottal noises as saliva poured out of the seal between lips and dick  and down her forehead, into her hair. Spike’s balls banged into her  eyes, smearing throat-slime and pre-cum everywhere. When he pulled away,  long strands of gag-cream still connected his heavy ballsack to  Amélie’s face.

 “S-skull…f-fuck me…” she wheezed, coughing. “It’s the only thing this  ruined body is good for!” She sputtered and a yellow-white mouthful of  bubbly goo poured out of her mouth and slid toward the floor over her  upside down features.

Disclaimer: This animation portrays consensual intercourse between fictional characters.