[She knows Oda is watching her, feeling his hungry gaze as her own clothes are left on the floor of the room. Idly she traces her neck and hisses a little once she reaches his handiwork, one spot in particular bruised already.
Casting a glance, Sombra thinks for a moment before moving in to catch Oda with a rough kiss of her own and pressing her body along his.]
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Casting a glance, Sombra thinks for a moment before moving in to catch Oda with a rough kiss of her own and pressing her body along his.]