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If you are under the age of 18, or do not wish to be exposed to descriptions of such situations, do not proceed. Those legs, that sass, she was absolutely perfect.
No one else could ever compare. I built my team to be strong against her weaknesses so I could always protect her. It was just a silly fantasy, but I enjoyed it when I was younger. Girls were never really interested in me. I was too shy and I found it hard to trust people, so I lashed out a lot. None of my temporary crushes ever went anywhere.
But I took some comfort in the fact that I was able to find some happiness in my life. He was about five years older than me and was a bit more into anime than I was. He always made his characters look like some girl named Makiko Shimizu. Still, Chris was always there to listen to my problems.
I was in the middle of High School at the time. We were playing co-op on the original Halo , in the middle of the swamp level. They just flash their tits and smile and people do anything for them.
Do you have any idea how fucking manipulative women are? They fuck you. Trust me, man. He swore as one of the stupid zombie aliens killed him, then sat back on the beaten up old couch we used to game on. No fucking backtalk. No sleeping around. The thing is, as the years went by, that conversation stuck with me and I started thinking that he was right. In time, I got my shit together. I moved out into my own little apartment and I kept a steady job. I was always a gamer, and as the landscape of how gamers played changed, I adapted.
It was almost daily with me. I had a small fanbase too. My main was Tracer, although it had nothing to do with her playstyle. I liked it, but I thought Genji was the coolest and McCree was my favorite. Truth is, I just liked Tracer because she was hot. I was honestly a little pissed when they released that comic confirming she was gay. I felt like Blizzard had devalued her in the name of the SJW poison that was slowly strangling America.
I love her little cockney accent, but more than anything I love the way her ass looks in those tight leggings. Her real name is Lena Oxton and her gimmick is time travel. I had a pretty good selection of Rule 34 hentai. For the uninitiated, Rule 34 states that if something exists, there is porn of it. My favorite stuff were the SFM videos. Animated videos of a 3D Model of Tracer getting dicked. The really good ones were full-on movies, and the best were all shot from the perspective of whoever was giving it to her.
I imagined her long slender legs wrapped around me, her eager breaths and her nails digging into my skin. Chris was right. Lena made me happier than any real woman ever could have. It was a POV video where the viewer went into her house and seduced her. The detail was outstanding.
The voice actress was spot on. Their impression was nearly perfect. She shyly let the camera into her house. She stared at her feet before closing the door. The camera fixated on some pictures of Tracer and her canon girlfriend, Emily, before looking back at her questioningly.
She pulled the camera into a kiss, and the video cut to black. When it started up again, it and Tracer were already in her bedroom getting busy. The next fifteen minutes were almost pure bliss. Every change in position excited me even more. The way she called out for more set my heart aflutter, and at last when the clip ended and the Camera pulled away from a thoroughly used Tracer, she smiled up and reached up to wave goodbye.
The first time I saw the video, I downloaded it immediately. It became my new favorite. I did my research, but I came up with nothing. No other videos, no Tumblr or Twitter. Whoever this was, he was a ghost. That kinda upset me. I was a man who liked his variety after all. Then, on my usual forum, I found another video. The video was the same quality as last time, and absolutely breathtaking. It started with the camera sitting down across from Tracer in a coffee shop. No other patrons were visible, and she had a dreamy look in her eyes.
Come on! The video detailed the short walk through the empty animated streets. No one else was visible. It was just the camera and Tracer. The sky was dark, indicating the video was supposed to be set at night.
It looked almost like something that could actually exist. She headed into a nearby door in a wall and a bedroom was waiting right there. The camera overtook her when the door closed, and pressed her against it. The actual smut was similar to what came before, but I was expecting that. More accurately, I was hoping for it.
This video was slightly longer than the previous one, but I enjoyed it just as much. As time went on, SpriteShark did upload more regularly. The videos were almost always the same. It was always Tracer. I never saw anyone else in his videos. Once I figured out that they were being uploaded every two weeks, I started to anticipate them.
I got excited for them and waited for the post to be made. What surprised me was that SpriteShark never really got much attention with his posts. Sometimes, I was the only one who ever bothered with them. I wondered if people were getting bored of the long intros, but I liked those! I liked feeling closer to Tracer. I liked feeling like I was her dirty little secret! In my fantasies, I imagined her coming home and ignoring her girlfriend just so she could talk to me. I imagined taking her out to dinners and then back to my place. I imagined fixing what Blizzard fucked up.
Lena belonged with a man. That was how this was supposed to work. One man and one woman. That was the natural order of things! I thought about what life would be like once Tracer finally told Emily that it was over and she truly became mine.