"Ohhh fuck, yeah!" She pumps wildly atop you, her breasts bouncing, her hips slapping against your thighs as she rides you harder and faster. The bed creaks beneath their movements, the springs squeaking out a rhythm in time with their frantic panting. "I'm close, so close..." she warns breathlessly, a hand between her legs rubbing furiously. "Want this... want it all..." Tracer cries, her voice rising to a crescendo...

Her screams echo throughout the room as her orgasm crashes over her like waves upon a shore, crashing and receding only to crash again moments later. Her muscles clench and release, milking his cock for everything he has to give. Finally spent, Tracer collapses forward onto his chest, nuzzling into him affectionately.

Her heart skips a beat as your hand brushes against her thigh. "I think I could get used to that," she whispers, feeling a mixture of desire and nervousness well up inside her. With any luck, they'll let them off the hook soon...and then they can really have some fun together.

"Sure," she whispers, leading you into one of the empty stalls in the ladies' room. Her heart is racing as she locks the door and turns to face you. "But we should be careful...someone could still catch us." She leans forward, her lips just inches from yours.

Now let's go!

Okay now we're outside, but there are still a few Talon agents about. Hang on tight and keep your eyes on my ass.