Ana Amari: "A valiant fighter, someone you want in your corner no matter the enemy. While her battle sense is as effective as it once was, and her body has kept up quite well despite her age, her mind has been tormented.

She had an incident some years ago which left one of her eyes destroyed and left her in the hospital for quite some time. She was sent on a mission to intercept talon in the desert, a relatively small town being their battlefield. Although, it wasn't much of a battle. Ana was incapacitated nearly instantly with highly unstable drugs. She recalls being shot at by Widowmaker, but this is nonsense. The drugs warped her mind, destroyed her morale, and made her fearful. Winston's recall snapped something in her, drawing her fighting spirit out once again. She is on meds now, and thankfully she is doing much better since getting treatment from overwatch.

Strengths: long range engagements, a coordinated defense. Weaknesses: getting singled off or separated, enemy snipers.

Personally, I think she just spent too much time in the sun" the tape recorder clicked, jack thinking back to all the good times they spent together. Now they were fragmented, but the call of duty picked up the pieces and glued them back together.

Elizabeth Caledonia Ashe: "I had the pleasure of meeting Ashe through Jesse, but they had some sort of falling out. She seemed quite confident in her abilities and more than quick on the draw. I saw her and Jesse in tandem at the commemorative party we hired deadlock to guard. As a combo, they were unstoppable, but by herself it seems she is a bit out of her depth.

And then there is Bob. Bob and Ashe are a combo deal, you fight one you prepare for the other. What she lacks for in defense and mobility, he is able to make up for with power and displacement. When paired together, they are an unbeatable trio. Bob can be a little dense without Jesse to give him a hand, so without him being present Ashe is much less threatening.

Strengths: Deadly accuracy, lingering damage, Bob. Weaknesses: Snipers, poor mobility, Bob, over commitment.

It's a pity that Jesse doesn't get along with her too well anymore, she is a good soldier. However, an unreliable ally without a fortune to give her." He clicked stop once again, remembering Ashe for her distinctly elegant shooting. And she was very appealing to the eyes jack had to admit.

Jean-Baptiste Augustin: "I don't know much about Baptiste, not because of a lack of intel but because I never bothered to read it. Baptiste is one of the deadliest medics I've ever seen. With him around, it's safe to say enemies away from their team won't last long. He matches that offense with a defense that is simply unbeatable. Angela recommended him highly, and even taught him a thing or two since then. He is a great ally and a great friend, and I'm glad he came over to our side.

Strengths: great vertical mobility, powerful weapon with equally powerful healing, life saving equipment. Weaknesses: enemy snipers, immobilization, emp

I often think about the amount of overwatch blood on his hands, but then I see the pain in his eyes and I quickly realize that he deals with that realization every day." Jack was fond of Baptiste, he even fancied him romantically but Baptiste wasn't one to sleep around. Furthermore, Jack truly couldn't think of a better combo for his own skill set.

Bastion: there is not much to say about bastion, he is incredibly vulnerable without a team to back him up or the element of surprise on his side. Due to being an obsolete model, he has long been surpassed. But still, he puts in one hell of a fight for a robot. Glad he's on our side.

Strengths: incredible damage and recovery, heavy but mobile. Weaknesses: forcing him to run, destabilizing his cover, flanking him.

Bastion is a simple bot with simple needs, but if that bird gets hurt that person who did it better watch out." Can bastion get angry? That's probably not a good question to find the answer to.

Brigitte Lindholm: "I've seen her grow from a cute little girl to a powerful and beautiful young woman. She wasn't content with just fixing armor or patching up wounds after a battle, she felt like she could do so much more so she began. The culmination of rigorous crusader training, and skill only capable of a lindholm. A scary opponent for sure, and a powerful ally to keep close.

I wonder where she gets the strength to push on like she does, always smiling and ready to give you her shield. Regardless, Brigitte is a great sight for weary eyes.

Strengths: impeccable leadership and close quarters dominance. Weaknesses: easy to lure, overconfident, lack of ranged attacks.

Brigitte is an inspiration to the next generation of heroes." Jack knew why she had so much strength, it was her futanari genes. Her mother is one and has the same fire deep inside. That explains how easily she can gain muscle and how much energy she has stored up. Needs more investigation

D.va: "the pinnacle of this generation. Nobody has had more wins at her age or shown such prowess in as many fields as her. Anything she puts her mind to she can accomplish, and her name alone is worth its weight in gold. She bears the whole weight of her country on her back. She has been the only reason it is still on the map for over three years.

Dva is unstoppable when she puts her mind to something, and it's refreshing to see such vitality and youth on the battlefield for an old man like me. In mech construction she is unparalleled, fighting against the brightest minds of talon she always comes out the other end alive. Without her mech though, she is but a weak and untrained woman.

Strengths: disposable mech, incredible reaction time, very mobile, high apm. Weaknesses: distractions, overconfidence, vulnerable when entering mech.

Dva is a skilled combatant and an amazing comrade to have." One thing always lingered in his mind when he thought of Hana song, how she was transsexual and the whole world was none the wiser. Of course, he didn't care and she was wise for trusting him with the secret, but it is a bit comforting seeing that she didn't milk her transition for fame like many others had done. Hana was like a daughter for Jack, he was more than grateful to have met the girl.

Echo: "location unknown, status unknown. Combat proficiency is unknown in her current state, and the government's involvement in her development is also unknown. Hopefully she is the same robot we once relied on. The log continues as if she was.

Strengths: incredible mobility and grace, highest capability to adapt, very difficult to land a shot let alone enough to take her down. Weaknesses: a core shot, air threats, automated turrets.

If Echo is still around, finding her would be an amazing win for the team." He didn't have much of a chance to fight alongside echo, as he was very against the development of this tech at all. But, the probability of her getting captured was little to none and he only knew that after the fact.

Genji Shimada: "Genji, my god genji. I have never seen such a marvel of technology and willpower. The man shouldn't even be alive, let alone capable of what he can do. Once he was at the top of the world, but he got taken down a peg by his brother. He was left aimless and full of hate, specifically hate for the woman who saved his life. Despite being given a new chance at life, he spent his time squandering it with drugs, alcohol, and women by the dozen. He eventually came to realize that he was better off dead and set out into the mountains of Nepal to kill himself.

However, with his guts spilled onto the freshly fallen snow and his pulse rapidly falling, a group of omnic monks saved him. I still don't understand how they are capable of such incredible healing, but it works. Genji found clarity, and as such a new meaning to his life. He returned to overwatch shortly after the recall, saving our asses yet another time.

Strengths: inhuman speed and precision, animalistic power, inner calm and incredible focus. Weaknesses: reliance on technology, energy weapons.

Genji is truly a marvel and one hell of a man, I'm just glad that he overcame his strife and lived to pick up his blade again." Despite having clarity, he still sleeps around.

Hanzo Shimada: "one badass S.O.B. Hanzo gave up his sword because of the grief he felt over killing his brother. I've never seen an archer with the skill he has, not even remotely close. It becomes even more incredible when you consider that he never received professional training, a completely self taught archer with unparalleled ability. The Shimada have a technique used to scale flat walls with ease, the technique is a family secret but hanzo takes full advantage. Other than his ability as a soldier, I have little knowledge about what he is like as a person.

I've never seen him open up with anyone, rarely initiating conversations. I've had several talks with him about frivolous things, but I never had the courage to learn more from him. We once spoke about women as a team but Hanzo seemed disinterested at the least, and disgusted at the worst. Regardless, I'm glad to have him on our side.

Strengths: precise shots, fair mobility, keen eyes. Weaknesses: being alone, aerial threats, shields."

He heard through the grapevine Hanzo had reclaimed his family home and taken back the Shimada clan, but this was too speculative to speak about.

Lucio: "easily some of the best music I've ever heard. The tech he stole from vishkar made him a powerful healer, capable of keeping an essentially unlimited number of people topped up at once. Not only that, he provides invaluable speed on the battlefield. Sound barrier alone makes him more effective than most.

In terms of effective information I can provide about lucio, the list has already been run dry. His past is unknown to us other than his celebrity status, but it doesn't matter to me.

Strengths: slippery, wide range for healing, weaponized sound. Weaknesses: poor focus.

Theoretically, with the ability to turn sound into a weapon the song played matters quite immensely. With tinkering, his capabilities could be even greater." Lucio was by far the most chill person he knew. The easiest person to hang out with, such an uplifting presence and reliable too. A good distraction from the horrors of battle.

Jesse mccree: "the man, the myth, the badass mother fucker. Jesse is a simple man with a troubled past. He rose up to greater heights as a hero than a criminal however, and I couldn't ask for a better friend. He has classic American morals instilled in him deeply, and his cowboy appearance reflects as such. A true gentleman and an unbeatable combatant. He has no qualms over dumping a bullet in a man, but he frequently refuses to harm women. Equipped with six shots and a flashbang, getting close is a death sentence. Even far away you aren't much better off. There's not much else to say truly, Jesse is an open book.

Strengths: six bullets and a good eye. Weaknesses: poor mobility, shields.

I keep telling him to check his watch, but he's pretty insistent it's always twelve o'clock."

Mei ling-zhou: "I've never been in a conflict with Mei on either side. It's my honest opinion her mind isn't cut out for war. I've seen what her blaster can do, and it is very impressive, but when she fails to save someone that guilt will eat her alive. I've witnessed what she has gone through, losing her friends like that was no easy blow I'm sure. But she made it through just fine fortunately. Maybe she will prove me wrong one day down the road." Maybe she's dead In Angela's basement, Jack thought to himself as he sighed.

Angela Ziegler: "fuck you." Despite everything, he knew he couldn't resist any longer. She planned all of this out from the beginning. Even still, he pined for that affection from her, the pat on the back or kiss on the cheek she had been so well known for giving. If anything her change put Jack at peace deep down, believing that the fate of the world was in much more capable hands than his own. "Strengths: being a bitch weaknesses: none apparently."

Moira O'Deorain: "There is nothing about Moira you don't already know." Jack once again grumbled. He didn't have it in him to fight her, but by god if he wouldn't make it apparent he wasn't complacent in this. So much all because of some Irish hick turned scientist she had a crush on. It's pitiful to him that she let one person drive her so far. "Strengths: ask your thighs. Weaknesses: ask yourself"

Orisa: "orisa?" Jack had never heard the name before, reading off the list Angela had left for him. With the answer posed as a question, he left it at that.

Fareehah Amari: "A huge threat through and through. Her aerial capabilities are far from perfect, but that has done nothing to limit her abilities. I've fought with her only a few times, but consistently she was leading the charge, making a few openings for our team to push in. Reliable is but one of many words that can be used to describe the Amari. Powerful, intelligent, charismatic, the list goes on.

Strengths: accuracy, high mobility, wide range attacks, displacement. Weaknesses: big heart, bigger admiration.

I'm sorry to hear what she has become. You must miss that sparkle in her eye, I know I do." The pictures he had seen of fareehah looked like a completely different woman from the one he served with. Even back in the military she had such a positive energy to her, in comparison to now it was like she was soulless.

Reinhardt Wilhelm: "He's been there for me more times than I count, be that on the battlefield or otherwise. Nobody has ever come close to the level of faith I place in him." Jack paused for a moment before ending the recording. "I can't do this anymore, why can't we be like we used to?"

"Because we tried it your way, we got outlawed and people died, Jack. That blood is on our hands, and frankly I'm done letting our enemies rule us." Jack looked over his shoulder, seeing the supple rear of the pale German beauty taking up his bed. "Why are you even making me do this, it's not like I couldn't give you copies of this stuff." Angela's locks were down, her platinum blonde hair shimmering in the moonlight as she slowly raised her head from his pillow. The entire bed was covered in pearly white cotton sheets and comforters, a small dresser and curtained off area for changing just behind the head of the dark thick wooden frame. She initially wished to surprise him, but figured she would avoid taking a bullet. The place was nice in all honesty, Angela found the interior quite tasteful.

"Continue the logs." Jack sighed, looking around his spacious accommodations the Mexican government had been funneling him under the table. Clearing up various gangs under an alias let him separate Jack Morrison from soldier 76. Being a bounty hunter was his own way of doing good, and he was shocked to see Angela had paid him a visit. Almost immediately, this made Jack realize how good her connections were. To have even a city to start looking in was incredible, let alone her coming to knock on his door.

The pale white silk camisole she adorned danced over her milky flesh, and she was confident of said fact. She purposely stuck her tight fluffy tush out towards him, inviting him in but knowing he wouldn't get any until he did what she asked. The house was mostly open plan, with few walls to block one's view. With only the dim light from the bedside window and the small bulb that illuminated the desk, Angela was much harder to distance from his forethought than would otherwise be. He felt himself looking away from the documents littering the table, the small classic recorder waiting to be clicked.

He took one final look, seeing her puffy plump lips turned up into an almost teasing smile at the corners. Her striking long lashed orbs closed ever so slightly, the dark mascara contrasting her bright blue eyes was even more alluring. Even in the moonlight, she was glowing. But he couldn't stare any longer, turning back to the task at hand and continuing where he left off.

"His shield is only ever down for as long as he can take the bullets and still be patched up. In terms of raw defensive fortitude, few can match a crusader as badass as Reinhardt.

Strengths: immense strength, speed, and durability. Weaknesses: vertically challenged, big target.

It's a shame he's got nobody to call a real family. His brothers in arms were all he had left, and well, most of them are gone. He did have some great hair back in the day though."

Satya Vaswani: "I know nothing of her battle strategy as we've never had the pleasure of fighting together. However, what I can attest to is how unlikeable she is. At least for men, she is intolerable due to her female superiority complex. I've heard rumors of her being autistic and if those are true, she has quite a lot to be proud of and I'm happy to see her succeed." Jack had been fortunate enough to be on the receiving end of Satya's very capable hard light package. A joking remark turned into a bet which Jack wasn't going to lose. Lose he did, he lost over and over to her every time he screamed her name. They have a strong hate for each other, hers more than his, but no boy could ever handle her for that long.

"Strengths: great ass, better box, a tiger's ferocity; and claws to match. Weaknesses: so damn annoying."

Torbjörn Lindholm: "his weapons are things to be feared. Reinhardt's hammer, mccree's peacekeeper, genji's shurikens, hell even my own pulse rifle were handled by him at some point. He's never made something worse as far as I can remember. He's always served well and tried his best, can't fault him for every jam along the way. He's got a temper and spirit just like his daughters', competent and unwavering in his goals. Now on the battlefield he didn't see too much action, but when he was there that turret didn't stop shooting for half a second.

Strengths: a small fellow, good range, turrets. Weaknesses: vertically challenged." Torb still had the nickname fire crotch from the academy, it was like a jungle down there. Now that the fire is a bit more literal the joke only got funnier.

Lena Oxton: "you know more than I do most likely. Lena and I were like good friends, but you and Winston are like her family. Regardless, she's very fast and can get out of almost anything. The only limit to her speed is the cool down on her accelerator. A way to carry more pulse bombs would be one of the only things she could improve, that or shutting up once in a while.

Strengths: great speed, quick reflexes, skilled pilot

Weaknesses: dim witted at times

I have nothing else useful to say on the matter" Lena felt like a younger sister to Jack, but Lena always thought of Jack as a ladies man and wished to keep relations outside of the workplace. As such, she never thought of him as anything more than her pal. This became one of the key driving forces behind his decision to officially disband overwatch following the UN's decision.

Winston: "Winston is one Damn smart gorilla, smarter than most even give him credit for. He used his mind to enhance his brawn, he even has glasses to help his weaker eyes. For help on a test or with a project, Winston couldn't be a better choice. Especially on the battlefield, you're safe with Winston. But, he's not the brightest with social cues and nuances. He misses a lot of jokes and jabs and as such lots of people poke him for his literal responses to everything. He always catches on though.

Strengths: great movement abilities, portable shield, wide area of attack, monkey. Weaknesses: jump pack cool down, shield recharge, monkey.

Aleksandra Zaryanova: " Aleksandra Zaryanova, one mountain of a woman. I've seen her take rein head on many times, she fears nothing. But, I've always felt as though a second side to her exists well covered up beneath her walls. She always had such pain in her eyes, regardless of if we did well or not. She smiled and tried to front, but it didn't work on someone who's seen through so many. I feel for her, I used to do the same thing.

Strengths: Energy weapons, highly mobile shield, crowd control. Weaknesses: poor mobility, long recharges.

I really miss her." Jack held his face in his gloved palms, the worn leather biting against his skin. 'Just one more' he told himself, and it was an easy one too.

Tekartha Zenyatta: "I have literally no clue how this man thinks, shoots, heals, any of it. None of us do. But he's so damn good at it that we never cared. His orbs are some other worldly stuff, they must be. Most importantly, they work.

Strengths: great aim and long range capabilities, panic button. Weaknesses: big head.

I don't know what tranquility means to him, but to me it feels pretty damn good experiencing it." Almost immediately his thoughts traveled from the monk, feeling the hot breath from the even hotter Swiss scientist cascading down his spine. He instinctively froze up before leaning back into her unquestioningly pleasant embrace. Angela always smelled the same, her scent became known to everyone who she healed. One whiff and heads turn, hearts steady, eyes flutter, now he realized why. It made her nearly impossible to turn down or ignore. Always, people were afraid of telling her no or denying her concerns. A few people didn't have issues ignoring it, for example, Jesse. The cigars must have run interference.

But for most others, especially the more ditzy ones, they had zero ability to resist her. That's why she married an amari after all, those two had more time with her than anyone else. "Where is shrike?" Angela's slender digits trailed down the fabric of Jack's iconic blue jacket, a huff leaving her lips at the end of a breath. "You have anything you want from me, anything at all, and yet you're concerned about Ana Amari. She is getting some work done, I think she's getting a bit jealous of her little one getting all my attention. Trying to one up the newer model if you will." Her laughter put Jack at ease, feeling as though, if only for a moment, it was like old times.

"Angela, I don't have it in me. After everything, I can't do this as if nothing happened between us." She paused for a bit, her expression locking in place as she processed just what Jack was saying. "Oh Jack, nothing happened to us. At least, I thought so. I still feel so warm in your embrace, that familiar scent of cloth and sweat is very comforting to me. Is something wrong?"

"I know about everything, Mei, Zarya, Lena, Emily, Amelie, Gabe, Winston, and what you've been doing with them. I also know a portion of your plan." Angela's reassuring positivity hadn't quite faded yet.

"Stop. You've got many bodies in your own closet, Morrison." The venom in her tone as his family name spilled from her lips was enough to silence him. "I know everything too. I know you lied to me about echo's location, and about Orisa. This was a test, one which you were very close to passing. I have no interest in snuffing you out, I would prefer you being second in position for me like Ana was for you. That's why you live, that's why fire crotch lindholm lives, that's why that bastard wilhelm lives, you are all useful to me. There is nothing more to my relationships now. However, I value good work, and I am not above making sure my troops are happy and healthy. Whatever it takes."

An exasperated sigh escaped Jack's lips, like he couldn't believe the situation which he put himself in. No, he was far from able to say he put himself there. "If I'm doing this, I want mutual trust. I cannot be a pawn, I won't let you make me one." Angela merely laughed in his ear, her arms receding from his toned shoulders. "You'll get what I give you and you will operate off that much. For now however, I believe I can trust you with something that should keep you around a bit longer. This isn't me, or at least isn't all of me. This form is only but a piece of the whole. My original body is somewhere safe, somewhere not anyone in the world could find. The exact location has been purged from my mind, but I am sure several contingencies have been established in the event of my failure. I am no more in control than you in all of this." Jack was taken aback, seeing Angela recede back to the bed and loved watching her go as she did. The words coming from her mouth were so unlike her, but every ounce of that ass was just like what he remembered.

"Then what, your soul was split up like in a movie? Or is this body a hologram or robot, how does that make any sense?" As she got on her knees and leaned forward over the pillows her silk covered rear poked out into the open air. "I'm human, as far as I know. But there is some pretty strict coding in this head. I can't do certain things, I'm not allowed to think down certain paths of thought, I'm not able to say certain words, I can't go certain places, it's all quite bothersome truthfully. However, the details shouldn't matter much. Your priority should lie in spreading these puffy pink lips apart." Jack let out a chuckle at that, wiping his eyes softly before rising to his feet.

"I know what you are trying to do, get me quiet and sleepy by sucking me dry. But I've got more questions before I give you the satisfaction you seek. Where are the rest of you, how many are out there?" Angela rolled her eyes, leaning forward as she kept her legs tight and her ass at the forefront of his mind. "Right now, like 300. I have no clue where they are, but I know what they are doing. This body is designed to be used by you, so the amount with which I am present is really determined by you. I can be here always, healing you out in the streets, or you can call me when you'd like me to arrive. I'm afraid this arrangement also means that no matter what, I won't let you die. I can bring you back about five times or so with this amount of strength, but any more is not guaranteed." He raised his eyebrows at that. She gave him his own personal lover, and he wasn't exactly upset about that.

With her he would be able to do much better and more efficient work, and he'd always have those curves to rely on. Her fat extra white ass, those perfect teardrops on her chest, those stunning blue eyes, it was all a simple man like him could ask for really. "I want you by my side always, I know now that I've been close to you for so long I'll always be wanting. You've always had that way of worming into people's minds, but now I get the context I lacked."

His cock was pulsing against the waistband of his pants, finally unable to resist his lust. Angela rolled onto her back, the wispy fabric bunched up and was stretched out, stuck beneath her. Her eyes danced over Jack's chiseled jaw, his jacket falling from his frame as he crawled onto the bed. He went knees first, leaning forward over angela. He took a moment to stare, the bunched up fabric allowing her hardened pink nipples to show through and the soft cream colored surrounding flesh got some light as well.

"It's been so long since we've done this, you make an old man feel young again." She didn't move against him, letting him mount her as he wished. Jack's lips pushed against Angela's soft neck, immediately suckling onto her to mark her. He bit down softly and watched as the flesh turned purple, his degloved course hands palming over her breasts intently. "I want you." Angela whispered out into his ear as he chuckled a bit. He licked up along her neck, her eyes fluttering as goosebumps stood up down her whole body.

"Is that so? Or are you trying to win me over with deception." His calloused fingers found a safe home around her throat, Angela immediately hopping onto that high that Jack gave her. This Angela was programmed to seek Jack, and as such, she was vulnerable to Jack's methods more than another one of her would be.

"N-no Jack! I, I need you." Her voice came out all garbled from the strain on her throat, Jack chuckling in response as his thumb pressed on her carotid hard. It cut off most of the blood flow to her brain, essentially giving a timer on her consciousness. Immediately Angela's eyes rolled back, her mouth stuck open as her tongue leaked forward. The tears on her face smeared the mascara she wore, and the desperate gargling coming from her throat was enough to make Jack cum before he even stuck it in. She limply smacked against his wrist with two fingers, getting Jack to move his thumb and let her recover. She shut her mouth, saliva stuck on her chin as she palmed over his bulge. The button was quickly undone, Angela's silk like touch snaking inside his boxers and tightening around the base of his shaft. She was gasping for air still, breathing very heavily. In between each one she was barely able to speak. "F-fuck! me! already!." Jack smirked a bit, slowly running his thumb over the center of her throat with a bit of pressure.

His cock throbbed against her familiar golden touch. She wasn't called an angel just because of the halo, her whole body was heavenly. "Hands behind your back." He demanded as his grip finally loosened, Angela lurching forward to breathe as her hands did what he asked on their own. A shiny red zip tie bound them together, a second black one tied her to the bed frame. Her arms were pinned directly behind her, giving her some vertical movement with her arms for comfort but nothing else. Her mouth was dripping with saliva, a result of her body heating up as her core ached. Jack drew a Bowie knife from his waist, the blade easily a foot long with the handle custom fitted to Jack's hand. Blood stained the blade from his work prior in the day. Angela stares up at the blade with wide eyes, her breathing still ragged as her body twisted and wriggled. "J-Jack what are you doing? Stop, put the knife away."

Jack's hand gripped her mouth roughly, squishing her cheeks between his fingers as a scowl crossed his lips. The blade touched down just below the crook of her neck, slowly dragging down to the valley between her breasts. It was dragging against her skin, drawing a few drops here and there as it marked down her toned stomach. He stopped just before her lower lips, raising his fist up high as Angela winced. In the moment she wasn't paying attention, Jack's palm struck across her cheek. Angela groaned out painfully, spit flying from her lips as she turned back to allow herself to be hit again if he chose. The mark stained her cheek, and having Angela to bruise felt too good for jack. He knew no matter how hard he hit her, she'd be fine. He enjoyed the pain and struggle he put her through almost as much as she did.

His rugged digits scooped up a fistful of her platinum blonde locks, forcing her head up as the stress took its toll on her body. She was feeling lightheaded, and no matter how hard she grinded her thighs together it didn't help ease the need between them. "You whore." His voice was more like a growl as he inched closer to her lips. "You know how to spread your legs, you fuck everyone you see. You are property, a tool. Nothing else." She gulped before nodding slowly, feeling his breath tickle her nose. "Y-yes."

His throbbing and pulsing erection smacked against her stomach, even in old age he was packing. A solid thick eight inches of meat prodded at her entrance. Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched forward. "You're tight!" He exclaimed, gripping onto her shoulders and pulling her to meet his base. Her eyes lit up and a breathy needy cry escaped her lips. "F-fuck me damnit!" Angela cursed out, unable to contain her needs any longer. "Pin me down and fuck me!"

That's when her lights went out. Jack could see her body go completely limp, except for her eyes. She never broke eye contact. It made it seem like she was indeed some sort of robot having a malfunction. Her body began wriggling softly side to side, her hips slowly beginning to bounce along his length. By this point, Jack had frozen entirely. He was worried he had killed her, or broke her shell, but that didn't seem to be the case. Her head pulled to the side, her arms had absolutely no resistance in them, even her mouth hung open, but her glowing blue eyes pierced his soul. He tried to stop, but her legs didn't let him. She had wrapped around his waist tighter than any woman should have been able to manage, especially one as frail as Angela. That was enough of a sign to continue for him.

The whole experience was weird, but to say she had milked him dry by the end was a complete understatement. He came so many times he was shooting dust, but Angela wouldn't let go no matter the case. When she finally did return to her senses she laughed softly and let go, Jack's legs wobbling as he fell onto his back. "W-what was that?" His tone was almost fearful.

She merely kept laughing, staring into his eyes all the while. She mounted him once again, resting in a cowgirl position with his soft shaft between her cheeks. She laid forward, wrapping her arms around his back and laying against his chest. "A good fuck, that's what it was." She had no idea what he was referring to, the events unfolding in a drastically different way to her mind. "You bruised me all up, suppose I'll keep them if it pleases you." Jack just shook his head, his breathing heavy as he tried to process what had happened.

"You just went blank for what felt like hours. Like a zombie. You can't expect me to just ignore that." Angela's eyes raised a bit, looking up to see into his eyes. "I did what?" just like before her eyes were glazed over, like she wasn't even present in the moment. Jack, who felt completely satisfied embracing one of his former lovers, had no drive to push the issue forward at all. He just huffed, his pelvis sore and his lust sated as his eyes closed. "Nevermind."