She's pretty sure he's smiling against her as he uses his tongue. Admittedly, she'd probably be smiling too, but between the adrenaline from the fact they really shouldn't be doing this and the fact that he is way too good at this has her nerves fried. He's...oddly considerate too, shifting to accommodate her precarious balance on the edge of the counter.

"Damn..." Resting her foot on his back, she sighed and bowed her head a little.

His fingers and his tongue tease her and she's almost ready this time, forcing herself to breathe slow, keep an eye on the door and- Puta Madre. Sombra stiffens again, unable to catch the moan that leaves her as Genji begins to stroke her, tongue still working her clit. Closing her eyes to keep from watching him, she shivers again under the combination of his tongue and thumb.

"That's it...please."