Her breath comes faster now, her fingernails digging into the concrete floor as waves of pleasure wash over her. She gazes up at guitarcat, their eyes meeting in a heated exchange as they both lose themselves to the moment. The sensation of his cock pumping inside her is exquisite, and Tracer finds herself lost in the heat of passion, oblivious to everything else around them.

You know what... you're not so bad yourself... she whispers between moans

As they continue their passionate coupling, Tracer begins to feel the familiar sensation of time slipping away from her. Her eyes widen in realization as she knows that soon she'll be forced back into the ghostly state she inhabits when separated from her chronal accelerator. She breaks off their kiss and reaches for it, desperate to keep herself grounded in reality.

Here... she thrusts the device into his hand, gripping it tightly as they both begin to fade out of existence

Keep this safe...