[The roughness is almost hypnotizing; his kiss leaves her lips soft and swollen, each of his thrusts drawing little mewling noises. She clings to him, brows knitting with the effort to stay quiet.
Sombra meets his gaze, so weak for him, trying her best to keep her pleas low. 'Oda', 'Please', and 'More' until she breaks a little, groaning as she lifts her head to present her throat like a gift.]
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Sombra meets his gaze, so weak for him, trying her best to keep her pleas low. 'Oda', 'Please', and 'More' until she breaks a little, groaning as she lifts her head to present her throat like a gift.]
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