[ Oh good, they're a good match then, because Sombra's a little (a lot) more pushy than her dumb city designation really wants her to be. She likes pressing buttons, testing limits, flirting with trouble, and she definitely seems to like sitting atop her latest plaything (playmate?), especially when said plaything (playmate's probably better, huh) seems perfectly inclined to obeying her. ]
Don't worry, I'll let you get your own clothes off.
[ Let, she says, clearly confident South's going to listen to her despite the snark. Lips curled into that smirk of hers, her hands find the edge of her leggings and they hook into the fabric, sliding it down over her hips, her thighs as she rises on her knees to make it easier and- god, it's a lot less of a process when she's not pinned against a wall with her legs wrapped around South, isn't it? She does lean down a bit in the process but the closeness is temporary, because once she gets the leggings pulled off and kicked away, Sombra's back to sitting on South's hips, spread thighs making it easy to see she's left her panties, similarly hot pink and see through, on.
Fingers slip under the straps of her bra now, pulling at them enough that when she lets go, they slide down over her shoulders. And then her hands are back on South instead, as she makes one of her thoughtful little humming sounds. The tips of her nails trail over skin, until they stop at the sports bra. ]
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Don't worry, I'll let you get your own clothes off.
[ Let, she says, clearly confident South's going to listen to her despite the snark. Lips curled into that smirk of hers, her hands find the edge of her leggings and they hook into the fabric, sliding it down over her hips, her thighs as she rises on her knees to make it easier and- god, it's a lot less of a process when she's not pinned against a wall with her legs wrapped around South, isn't it? She does lean down a bit in the process but the closeness is temporary, because once she gets the leggings pulled off and kicked away, Sombra's back to sitting on South's hips, spread thighs making it easy to see she's left her panties, similarly hot pink and see through, on.
Fingers slip under the straps of her bra now, pulling at them enough that when she lets go, they slide down over her shoulders. And then her hands are back on South instead, as she makes one of her thoughtful little humming sounds. The tips of her nails trail over skin, until they stop at the sports bra. ]
Off.