Tracer's eyes widen at the sight of Widowmaker's ass, a masterpiece of pixelated perfection. She can't help but bury her face in it, her tongue lapping at the smooth, virtual skin. Widowmaker, taken aback, soon succumbs to the sensation, her ass cheeks clenching and releasing as Tracer's tongue works its magic. The room fills with the wet sounds of Tracer's fervent ass-worship, a symphony of desire in the Overwatch universe.