Overwatch CFNM: McCree Brandishes His Revolver
The Villains Show Their Appreciation
“Ohh la la,” Widowmaker intoned over voice comms as McCree was unceremoniously stripped, “Such impressive…equipment, no? ”
“¡Dios mío, es enorme!” Sombra blurted, much more bluntly. “Why did you ever let him get away, vaquera?”
“What?” Ashe spun around on her, “Me and Jesse never…we never even…are people saying we were a thing?”
“Really? Never?” Sombra asked skeptically, although her gaze doesn’t drift from the tantalizing scene on the beach. “That’s a shame. That joystick looks like it could do some damage…”
“Must be why she is such a bad shot,” Widowmaker remarked with a bit of acid in her silky voice, “Too pent up.”
“Don’t make me climb up there you blue-skinned hussy!” the gunslinger leapt up and went for the window with her coach gun, only barely being held back by B.O.B.'s thick metallic hands grabbing her and pulling her back into the room.