Bastion X widow maker lemon

Chapter 69: moan my name in binary

Widowmaker and Bastion were being deployed to push back the payload. But that wouldn't be the only payload widowmaker was getting tonight. The two along with the help of a wacky cast of Hanzo mains and road hogs, managed to keep the attackers from moving the payload. After the battle, widowmaker realized how hot bastion was. His sexy steel/carbon fiber chassis, his hunky advanced optic sensor, it all just drove her mad. She had to have him. Bastion likes purple flowers. Widowmaker of s also purple. SO HE NEEDED TO MAKE SWEET LOVE TO HER TOO. Widow maker invited Bastion to her fancy loft parlor that all French people have for cocktails. Widow Maker poured bastion a glass of advanced auto parts engine oil and a glass of 1986 Coolsoundingwórd bourbon for herself. After a little small talk (or a series of beeps and buzzes in bastions case) Widow Maker broke into some serious chat. "When I was a girl, I was afraid of spiders..." Bastion just tilted his head in confusion. "But I'm not afraid to express my feelings to you, Bastion" suddenly Widowmaker jumped on top of bastion French kissing where his mouth would be if he had one. Bastion let out a flustered beep. Bastion hadn't realized Widowmaker had a thing for omnics, or how much of a freak she was. Bastion took out his giant cyber schlong and widowmaker put it in her mouth faster than she would a croissant. She slobbed on his robo-knob like corn on the cob. After two pleasure filled minutes and 57 seconds the omnic was so overcome with sensual pleasure he almost blew a circuit. Letting out a long low sounding beep he blew his robot load in her face.
The end