Overwatch CFNM: McCree Brandishes His Revolver

McCree leaned against the brick wall of the police station, watching as Tracer paced back and forth beside him, the air thick with tension after their recent run-in with the rookie federale. 

“Well now, you’re darting around quick as a hiccup,” McCree drawled in between languid puffs of his cigar, “You got any clue why she might be callin’ us out here?”  

Tracer spun around, her expression a mixture of anger and frustration. "Oh I don’t know, maybe she wants to chat about the weather! Are you daft!? She probably called us here to murder us! I mean, seriously, don’t you boys have any control over those things in your pants?"

As if on cue, the door to the precinct swung open and Oficial Ana Flores motioned the two Overwatch agents to come in. Despite Tracer’s insistence that she was likely planning their murder, she wore a content expression on her tanned face.

“So we caught the people who called in the fake tip on you,” the officer said as she led them to a processing room, her eyes briefly lingering on McCree before darting away. “ Well, a few of them at least. They were pretty heavily armed and wouldn’t let us capture them without a fight, so they had to be restrained. And since they called in a fake bomb threat, they had to be searched as well.”

She swung open the door and Tracer gasped. Sitting in the center of the room were three naked women restrained in stirrups with their legs spread obscenely. When McCree sauntered into the room with a smile on his face, Ashe's eyes widened and her pale body flushed red in mortification. Meanwhile, Sombra twisted and raged against her restraints, cursing in a rapid, unbroken stream of Spanish without even seeming to notice the newcomers. Widowmaker, on the other hand, glared at the two Overwatch agents icily, seemingly unfazed by her exposed body but deeply annoyed that she had let herself be captured alive. 

Tracer brought her fingers to her mouth as she gawped at the aubergine, velvety folds of Widowmaker’s open sex. “Maybe I will tell Emily about this trip after all…” she whispered under her breath.

“I figured since you two are in Overwatch, you might want to watch.” the rookie officer said, snapping a latex glove over her hands. “You know, to make sure you can carry back any information we get from them.”

“Well! Far be it from me to question the strongarm of the law,” McCree mused eagerly.

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