On an abandoned, moonlit rooftop, Widowmaker stalks her prey, her costume revealing her toned body. As she corners Tracer, she notices the futa's bulge, her eyes widening in hungry surprise. Tracer, smirking, unzips her costume, revealing her thick, erect cock. Widowmaker's breath hitches, her body instinctively arching towards Tracer. Tracer grabs Widowmaker's hips, lifting her onto her cock, impaling her slowly. Widowmaker gasps, her nails digging into Tracer's back as she's filled completely. Tracer begins to thrust, their bodies slapping together, Widowmaker's cries echoing through the night.