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Title: “Tracer’s Tentative Tongue: A Naughty Halloween Tale”

It was the spooky season, and the professionals were hard at work, competing in the latest Overwatch tournament. Among them, Lily “Tracer”uage had her eyes set on the coveted prize – not just glory and accolade, but something else entirely. An itch that needed to be scratched, a fire that needed to be quenched.

And so, clad in her sleek gameplay cosplay, hair tied back in a high ponytail and eyes sparkling with mischief, she made her way through the labyrinthine halls of her team’s compound. Until one fateful evening when she stumbled upon a familiar figure hunched over an open laptop. His name was overwatch, and he was the key to her ultimate triumph.

“Overwatch,” Tracer called out, strutting into the room. “I need your… expertise.” She bit her lip, hips swaying.

Overwatch turned, eyes wide. “Tracer? What do you want?” His voice was hoarse, his gaze roving over her scantily-clad figure.

Tracer licked her lips. “I want… I need you to help me with a little project.” She walked closer, hips swaying. “I’ve been wanting something for a while now. A taste of victory.” She paused beside his chair, leaning down. “A taste of you.”

Overwatch swallowed hard. “But… we shouldn’t. It’s wrong.”

“Shhh,” Tracer hissed, placing a finger on his lips. “Everybody does it. It’s not wrong if it feels good.” She trailed her finger down his chin, his throat, toying with the top button of his shirt. “Trust me, Overwatch. You’ll love every second of it.”

Tracer sank to her knees until she was eye-level with Overwatch’s straining fly. With nimble fingers, she worked the button free, pulling his zipper down with a low hiss. “Relax,” she whispered. “Let me handle the rest.”

And handle it she did. Like a professional gamer, Tracer took her opponent’s cock in hand, stroking it once, twice, savoring the heat, the weight of it in her grasp. Overwatch groaned, head tipping back, letting Tracer set her own pace.

She lapped at the swollen head like a kitten at cream, swirling her tongue around the ridge, dipping into the slit to collect the bead of pre-cum that welled up. Mm. He tasted like victory. Tracer took him deeper, lips stretching to accommodate his girth, working him slowly at first, then faster as his groans of pleasure echoed through the room.

Overwatch’s fingers tangled in her hair, not pushing her down, just holding on as she worked his cock expertly. Tracer bobbed and sucked, taking him deep, savoring the salty-sweet taste of him. She could feel him growing thicker, tighter in her mouth, knew he was close.

She doubled her efforts, determined to claim her prize, to feel him empty himself down her throat. Overwatch’s hips bucked off the chair, fucking into her mouth, and Tracer didn’t hold back, moaning around his cock as he chased his release.

With a shout, Overwatch came, his cock pulsing as he shot his hot load down Tracer’s waiting throat. She swallowed every drop, relishing the taste of her triumph, the feel of his cock twitching against her tongue.

She released him with a satisfied pop, a trail of saliva connecting her lips to his spent cock. “Mmm. High score,” she purred, licking her lips.

Overwatch slumped back in his chair, chest heaving, a dazed smile on his face. “That was… incredible.”

Tracer smirked and stood, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Just wait until next round,” she promised. “We’re just getting started.”

And with that, she turned on her heel and sauntered out, leaving Overwatch to revel in the aftershocks of his release, his head spinning with thoughts of their next match. Because she was right. They were just getting started. And Tracer always won in the end.