“Look at you,” Reinhardt murmurs, finger beneath Zarya’s chin, tilting her head up and around so he can look at her flushed profile, sweat glinting along her hairline, eyes heavy lidded and needy. “You’re beautiful. Can you give me one more?”

His other hand is between her trembling thighs, huge palm gently cupping her swollen cunt. She had been unwilling to let him touch her after her last orgasm, everything over sensitive and tingling, but by now the feeling has dulled into a gentle buzz and she has led his hand back where she needed it most.

“Yes,” she rasps, voice husky and deep, nipples tight and fat; waiting for a greedy mouth. “Yes, please. One more.”

He hums and moves, fingers spreading her puffy labia, sliding through the silky folds that they had been hiding up to the fat clit which he circles slowly, leisurely – there’s no rush here, they have all the time in the world.

She touches her own tits while he plays with her cunt, squeezing, cupping, playing with them before she pinches the swollen tips slow and with mounting pressure.

“Beautiful,” Reinhardt murmurs again, tapping gently against her clit to make her bow away from him, a guttural groan slipping from her throat. “Atemberaubend.”