In the dimly lit, abandoned Overwatch facility, Widowmaker's suit hums softly, her sensors picking up an unusual heat signature. She corners Pharah, but instead of a deadly duel, Pharah reveals her secret, her massive futa cock tenting her armor. Intrigued, the widow's suit whirs as her visor darkens, obscuring her eyes but intensifying her focus. She approaches, her gloved hands slowly unzipping Pharah's armor, revealing inch by inch of Pharah's throbbing, veiny futa cock. She leans in, her breath hot on the tip, before taking it into her mouth, her tongue swirling expertly, her throat relaxing to take it all in. Pharah grunts, her body tensing as the widow expertly works her futa cock, her skilled mouth bringing Pharah to the brink of ecstasy.