Shamchat - Sombra x Jesse McCree (thesaurus edition)

se McCree [Straight. Literate, detailed OW Smut.]: Moans and loud groans could be heard through the confinements of the shoddy motel, passionate calls echoing within the halls of the abode. So where could these sounds have been coming from? Another sharp gasp emitted, louder than all the others, and thus a stern confirmation of their whereabouts was noted; on the bed in one of the rooms, laid the two suitors, costumes sprawled out messily across the ground; his Cowboy garb in one corner, with her purple gear in the other. You could even see their blurred reflections in the fogged up windows, her copper and curvy exterior writhing rampantly over his sun-kissed frame. McCree and Sombra had always gotten along well; shared a past, and shared a present. Especially when they bumped into each other at one of the bars. It had been a while. Thus, they were perfect for each other, and now she taking the dominating stance on top of him, for now. Jesse's muscular hands slithered around the corner of Olivia's gorgeous hips, his palms reaching for the buoyant globes of her perky rear. His calloused fingertips perched against her soft supple backside, his grip so fierce, indentations of his clutch formed on her flesh - fingernails sharply digging into the round cheeks of her ass. His grasp was hard, just like the cock she was working over; bouncing on, and grinding her hips across. His hands adapted to her rhythm, lifting up and down with her increasingly potent pace. Wet claps emitted from their connecting hips, lustful sounds that increased in volume as they got faster; sloppy pumps as his balls hit her backside. "Fuck-- Yeah-- Darlin'--just like that-- just like that--" Jesse uttered out in a sultry growl, his head falling back to the floor, locks of his long chestnut hair haloing around his head, mixing with the pillow behind him. His hips flicked upward to accompany her ride, his length powerfully impaling her with each bounce and grind the woman made; like a sword on a whetstone. "Mff-- Fuck-- Olivia-- Yeah--" He huffed, churning his head back as he gruffly spoke into the air. "So-- Damn-- Good--"
Sombra: To find the cowboy...well, sometimes it was chance, sometimes it was a game, and sometimes...well, sometimes it was just the desperate need to have him buried several inches deep within her. This had been one of the latter, tracking him for three days before she had been able to 'casually' bump into him at the bar for a night of increasingly drunk flirtation. Jesse McCree had always been down for a good time, and she liked that it got to happen. She rode him hard, her hips grinding down into him almost punishingly hard as she sheathed him, so desperately chasing the high of release. There was a fine sheen of sweat glowing on her dusky skin as her back arched, a slender hand rising to her mouth as she cursed. Her cunt was relentless as it tightened down around him in a very deliberate manner - she was close, and she knew he had to be, but she wasn't quite ready for things to be over so soon, as her palms settled against his chest for a long moment, looking down at him. "Mi vaquero..." She purred, a slow rise and an almost gentle fall as she seated herself against his hips. She had missed this more than she would ever admit.
Jesse McCree [Straight. Literate, detailed OW Smut.]: Jesse's sharp teeth gritted violently at the expense the elegant slither her hips made, though his lips were often parted; an illusion that tried to halt his gruff moans and groans. The view before the Cowboy was nothing short of euphoric; watching her tight stomach slink and glissade with the movement of her hips, snaking back and forth across his lap, grating across the heft of his thighs, whilst the sweat on her trim abs reflected of the light that hovered above them. "Hff- fuck, darlin'-- never know what you fuckin' say when you speak like that-- hoah, --fuck-- but it always drives me wild," The Cowboy choked out, panting under the pace of the Hacker. Jesse's calloused hands restlessly squeezed at her rear once she moaned and huffed for him, his fingertips spreading the cheeks of her ass, allowing a further entrance for his cock. Clap, clap, clap; the sounds that constantly parted from their thighs, wet and sultry passion echoing out between their combined thrusts - his balls batting her backside. She'd slam down, he'd flick up. His grip against her rear was soon faltered, unfastening his cusp against each cheek to dedicate his clutch elsewhere. He soared his palms up her glistening curves; ascending her sides as if he was closely analysing a sculpture he'd sculpted, never allowing his palms to leave her frame. Up and up, his robotic and human hands climbed, until he eventually broadened his cusp around her chest; seizing them in a hard squeeze. He fastened his broad grasp to her perky breasts, cupping each one securely in both of his hands. This peeled her back from her lean, and his form on her breasts implored her to lean upward again, and affirm once more in her position. He squeezed firmly, feeling the bounce and graze of her nipple flick against his hand with every rebound her body made, his palms clamping down securely; pushing and pulling her beasts in his paws, searing her cleavage together, and then spreading it apart. Sweat started to coat their exteriors; adding subtle little shines, whilst their darkened flesh started to drip with perspiration. As he pushed her breasts together, the sweat on her cleavage was accentuated, and really amplified the shadow of his fingertips as he squeezed. His grasp on her chest induced his hips to pump faster, his feet planted on the ground, his knees high, his hips wildly flicking upward into her. Jesse let his top half remain still, thus concentrating his entire pattern and rhythm in his bottom half; his hips bucking and thrusting upward into her, pumping her deeper, harder, and faster. "Yeah-- Yeah-- Fuck--fuck--," He growled, his dark chestnut scowl staring up at the Mexican as she routinely bounced upon him. "Yeah, fuck-- hoah, these fucking tits-- love these fucking tits," He panted, huffing and puffing between his words, his dialect giving motivation to how hard he squeezed.
Sombra: There was a choked-off whine as he drove himself in particularly hard, the head of his cock grazing something inside her so wonderfully, beautifully right that she saw stars. There was a glorious spiral tightening within her, threatening to set her very skin on fire if that desire were to go unfulfilled. Her nails dug in to his sides, perhaps a little meanly, but there had been no malice behind it, and she was pretty sure he liked seeing the marks she left behind: the red lines of scratches on his back, the slight indent of fingernails on his sides, the remnants of her once-immaculate make-up laying ruined against the dark hickies she'd given rise to on his neck and collarbones. It was always rough between them, but they were both molded by their experiences in that regard. Life was short, usually shorter than planned, and it wasn't always necessary to spend a lot of time and effort on wooing and romance and that kind of shit when they ultimately shared the same goals. She was almost certain she was but one of many the cowboy had willing to put out for him, but she had made her peace with that. If they didn't make promises, they didn't have to worry about breaking them. She slowed for a moment as she leaned over, laying down against him for a long moment as shd reached, fingers grasping, for the worn brim of his Stetson, tucking it down onto her head as she continued to ride him, a bit of an impish smile on her kiss-swollen lips as she looked down at him from beneath her dark sooty lashes. "You're going to -ungh- fill me up, aren't you? Leave me -haaah- sloppy and sticky and begging for more. I want to feel you cum in me so h-aaaaaaah-rd that I can fucking taste it, cowboy. Can you do that for me?" She asked, her hands rising to cover his own on her breasts, encouraging his attention to the sensitive nipples, enjoying the way she felt so utterly possessed by the man, his large hands seeming to cover every inch of her at once.
Jesse McCree [Straight. Literate, detailed OW Smut.]: A groan that could only be classed as guttural left the lips of the Cowboy once the Hacker cuffed his hat, and threw it atop her head; truly leasing the title of 'cowgirl.' "Looks better on you than it does me," McCree snarled underneath her, before he moved with a hefty groan. He leaned upward from his downed position, his sweaty back whisking from the sheets so his chiselled and tight chest could connect with hers, her plump and perky bronze tits pinning to his hard pectoral muscles; bulging outward his broadness as they were pushed together now, her ride shifting to his lap. You couldn't slide a scroll between them. Their skin was glowing, a subtle coat of sweat clinging to their flesh that gave them a quiet shine, the dark light ushering down that orange gloss onto their skin. Jesse nuzzled his chin down, her breasts clapping against his cheeks, his mouth painting her cleavage with decorative kisses and licks, his head tilting and turning as he worked his way up to her face; the hat shadowing their features. "Whatever you-- fuck-- whatever you want, darlin,'-- Gonna fuck you red raw first, though-- Y'know-- fuck-- how I like my steak," he huffed into her mouth, moments before their lips connected, and his tongue slithered inward, tonguing her down deep. Their moans were warm against each others cheeks, swallowing the shared passion between their kisses; sloppy groans and grunts as bridges of saliva constantly ripped and snapped between the vigorous tilts and turns of their heads, whilst sloppy strands of their spit snapped between their churns. Jesse mantled one of his wide hands to her hip, his large palm sprawled out over the small of her waist, locking in their position with his forearm pinned to the arch of her pack. His robotic hand was fit behind him, supporting his lean upward, his fingers sprawling out across the sweaty sheets, anchoring the position that stabilised her rolling mount; his hips still flicking powerfully upward. Her body jolted wildly in appliance to his thrusts, her breasts grazing and clapping against his muscular chest with every little recoil; quiet claps of flesh echoing out in answer to their movements. Her thick ass cheeks routinely slammed down against his muscular hairy thighs, causing a literal shock-wave of flesh to routinely thrash over his lap; like a ripple in a puddle. His hand on her waist tightened, and his grasp accompanied the bounce of her body as he easily lifted her, almost as if her frame climbed up his chest before he slammed her back down - impaling her harder with his cock. "Fuck-- Olivia, fuck-- yeah," he said again, breaking their kiss for a moment to speak. "So-- fucking good," He huffed, his hazel gaze melding with her wild, whorish maw. "Yes... yes..." He continued to huff, rallying his words. "You take this cock-- So damn-- fucking good-- Don't you, Darling?" He huffed, peeling back an inch from her mouth as he watched her lips as he continued to speak into them, all before his eyes looked down; his vision skimming down her stomach, watching how her lithe abdomen slithered and writhed, and then he watched how her slick folds continuously slam down onto his cock. "Never was one to-- fuck-- believe in fate," His words were snarling, his complexion crinkled. "But I damn well- hoah, shit-- damn well think your cunt belongs with this-- cock--"
Sombra: She shuddered against him, a violent tremor running through her body as he shifted his position to keep the majority of them flush together. For all that she was in excellent physical shape, she never quite felt as exhausted as she did when the two of them were approaching their ends. There was a delicious soreness in her thighs, the muscles near spent on her frantic ride, so much of which had seen them clamped tightly against his hips. One hand rose to cling to one of his shoulders, so desperate to have a piece of him to hold on to as he lifted her against him, drilling into her anew with each release. The other hand made its shaky way down between their bodies to press down low against her abdomen. The feel of his cock inside her was just enough to distend the skin, his dick almost painfully visible to any eyes that happened to be watching. "Maybe I should" a harsh cry, a sudden freeze of her body over him as she began to lose the battle to hold control over her body. "Call you a fucking stallion instead -oh, fuck, cariño- because one of these days you're going to -FUCK- me to pieces." She was really sure she would thank him for it in the end, as well. Perhaps not right now, as her vision flared and her entire body tensed against him as she cried out. The stranglehold her cunt had on him only intensified, her velvety soft insides locking around him like a vise as her flesh fluttered around him. She moved forward to kiss him hard, her tongue darting into his mouth as the fingers in his shoulder dug in, the knuckles practically white with the sheer effort of it, as her body slumped against him, boneless and pliant for him to do with as he pleased.
Jesse McCree [Straight. Literate, detailed OW Smut.]: As their pace quickened, the sounds got wetter, and he fucked harder, deeper, and faster. Her ride on his lap was euphoric, and lasted a while; a rhythm kept in passionate pace - but was soon deemed to change. Whilst the hacker layered his jaw with primal lust, the Cowboy leapt down with another position in mind. McCree moved forward with his chest; her sweaty tits bulging against the tight shape of his pectoral muscles as he roped an arm around her hip, and lifted her to the bed - her body underneath his might, prime position for him to /truly/ give it to her. The sweaty, wet sheets of the bed pierced against the copper beaut, adding a shilling and piercing chill to the hot steamy warmth their embrace created. "I'll fuck you into pieces alright-- hff-- then stick you back together-- hoah, and fuck you again!" Jesse grunted, his words pouring mercilessly against her shoulder, his forehead smeared to her tits as he looked down. His allowed one of his hands to smear down her curves, her body sculpted to his palms as he soared them to descend. Until the flesh of her bronze thigh was under the mercy of his fingertips, and his hips adjusted in position for him to hoist her long leg over his shoulder, her ankle draped across his broad back muscles. "Hoah-- yeah," He huffed, breathing heavily in the change of position. "So fucking-- so fucking good," He grunted, adjusting the position to truly plough. Then, with the might of a Wolf, his lips started to crash and slam into her, in the wild routine from before. His locks of drenched chestnut hair flicked with his movements, strands sticking to his forehead due to their sweat, the shine highlighting his muscles and accentuating her curves. His hips now brutally collided into hers, his muscular stomach drifting mercilessly against her toned one with his barbaric writhes above her. With one hand mired to her bent thigh, his other hand was tasked for more domination; crawling up her body to put her in her place. Jesse affixed her forearms above her head with his commanding hand, and held both of her wrists down with his firm, singular grasp. She was his to use now. To truly ruin. To fuck beyond repair. He bowed his head down to her shoulder, his jaw nestled between her neck and chin, his lips licking, biting, and kissing against her flesh as he continuously speared into her. His rhythm was quick and hard now, his length hitting her deepest spots with his profound pace - a merciless flick of his hips that railed a powerful pump, whilst his heavy balls thudded against her slick thighs with each slam. They were practically drenched now; coated in their own juices, and sweat that layered across them. Faces reddened, hair sticking to their cheeks. This wasn't just sex, this wasn't just a fuck - this was an animal getting what it needed now. "Hoah-- Fuck-- Shit-- Fuck--" he panted, his words pouring over her chest, tits flapping against his jawline. "Take this-- fucking-- cock, Take it-- Olivia-- take it, take it, take it," He continued to plead, his voice interrupted by dire pants and powerful huffs; sharing his dialect with grizzled grunts.
Sombra: She had squealed in a most undignified manner at being upended, her loose limbs suddenly finding the strength to cling to him again when face with the comparative coolness of the bedsheets now at her back. She offered him a weak, token struggle as he corralled both of her arms over her head, pinioned in place at the wrists by one of his hands, as the other dragged her knee over her shoulder in a mating press - that was definitely what it felt more like, being claimed and owned and just thoroughly marked as his - his hands setting her nerves ablaze as surely as any brand, the thick brute force of his cock stretching her wide open only to bury itself within her once more, the almost reprimanding sting of his balls slapping against flesh long since rubbed raw with the exertion of their joining. [Other user disconnected before post complete]