Genji’s cunt was a thing of beauty, Gabriel had to admit – even if he’d never tell Angela as much. He had the cutest little lips; plump and soft to the touch, squishing gratifyingly when Reaper felt like teasing him; pinching his pretty labia between fingers until Genji was squirming, vents rising colorful and letting out steam.
It was especially pretty rubbing against his tongue; Genji riding him with smooth, needy twists of his hips, voice sweetly distorted as he sang his little love cries into the room, rising in pitch the harder Gabriel focused sucking on the intriguing nub of his synthetic clit.
Sometimes, Gabriel wondered what went through Mercy’s head when she designed the genitalia of the cyborg; how he… she… they? were able to change up at will; little panels sliding out of easily hidden compartments and covering up the plump pussy Gabriel had gotten addicted to, only for the clit to change into….
“More… more… please,” Genji growls, hips twisting, grinding down, smearing glowing green juice against Gabriel’s dark goatee. “Use your teeth, I beg you – please!”
Gabriel grinned sharp and triumphant, tongue snaking to prod at the freakishly fine mesh that lined Genji’s cunt (that was so cool to the touch, shaping itself to a cock and lovingly hugging it inside), lapping at the sweetness dripping out in syrupy drops.
How shocked Gabriel had been that first time at how Genji’s juices tasted – and how addicted he was to them now. Enough so to make him beg and whine; crawl back for more again and again just so Gabriel can have him sit on his face and drip feed him his tasty cunt right from the source.
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