Widow doesn't have a moment to think before she feels Tracer's hands wrap around her waist, giving her a tauntingly reassuring squeeze.
Instinctively, she tries to pry those hands apart, gasping sharply, but Tracer doesn't budge, and she feels her opponent's tits press against her back as Tracer moves in far too close for comfort.
"Betcha wasn't expecting that, luv?"
Widow opened her mouth to reply, only to....