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Reinhardt/Ana – gentle femdom

“What do you want?” Ana asks gently, standing above Reinhardt. He is so big, even when kneeling; his head easily reaches her sternum. He could mouth at her tits like this without her having to bend down to him, and the thought is making her abdomen clench and her nipples go tight behind her sensible black bra.

“I want to eat your pussy,” he says softly, his voice almost inaudible. It’s a bit hoarse because he is used to bellowing everything out that is on his mind – her sweet little boy – and having him so docile beneath her is making her cunt slick; has it throb in the slow rhythm of her heartbeat.

Ana is excited, but not nervous. She knows exactly who is holding the reigns right now – there is no need to be nervous… and Reinhardt needs a firm, calm hand. He is as big as a horse but as skittish as a young colt. She can’t show any weakness, lest he become unruly.

“So you want,” she finally murmurs slowly. She twists her wrist, wrapping his leash one more time around her palm and dragging him a little closer until he is breathing in hot, moist puffs against her mound. He has to actively pull against her insistent drag to not touch his lips to her and keep his bright, pale eye fixed on her face.

He is a very good boy; and he knows she hasn’t given him the permission to touch her yet.

“Please?” he asks softly. He looks like he is about to drool, his big hands curled into big fists on his meaty thighs. He looks so different, kneeling like a cute, small package; his bulging muscles contained by nothing but Ana’s strict commands.

God, he is cute.

“Do you think you deserve it?” she says gently, voice dropping into a purr. She shuffles her feet farther apart to let the light hit her better and let him see the dark spot on her underwear. His nostrils flare. He has started growing a cute dark blond beard which she hasn’t felt against her plump labia yet. He looks like a norse God and she needs to ride him until he cries.

Her question makes him shiver, his blue eye getting a bit watery as he thinks of something that would make him earn the privilege but can’t come up with it when she’s so close he can smell her cunt.

“I think you do,” she finally coos when it looks like he’s about to break down crying. “Because you’re a good boy, Reinhardt.”

He looks so relieved, she wants to pinch his cheek like he’s a babe and trill at him. What she does instead is hook one finger into her panties and peel them off of her. There are strands of slick connecting to the crotch of the fabric. Reinhardt groans deep and throaty, eye fixed on the sight of her plump cunt and shiny lips. His cock has filled out impressively, long and girthy and lying along the seam of his muscular thighs clenched together as he kneels.

She has never met a man that is less interested in getting his cock wet. He likes it, no doubt; his face gets red hot and a vein swells in his temple whenever she has a mind to cram it into her cunt. He’ll try his very hardest to not come on the spot and thank her the whole way through – but he also never asks for it.

He always just wants to mouth at her cunt or suckle at her tits or try and fuck one of his big fingers into her ass.

That’s the kind of good boy Reinhardt Wilhelm is. She tries to be mean to him every once in a while but never really manages to pull through. He is too cute; starts crying too easily. She can’t make herself pull through when she sees how wet his eye gets and how his mouth pulls down in dismay.

It’s his own weapon, really.

She mounts his shoulders. There’s no other way to call it; they are so broad, so sturdy, she has to hold him steady with a tight grip on the leash and slowly curl first one leg then the other around him before she can take a seat on his jaw.

Reinhardt groans. She can feel the vibration against her cunt; it travels through her body and to her nipples, tingling there and having her close her eyes on a soft, trembling sigh.

“There you go… I knew your a good boy,” she croons but she’s pretty sure he can’t hear her what with her thighs clamped around his ears. He has tilted his head obediently back, his big hands come up to lightly hold her ass; do everything to give her a nice seat on his face so she will suffocate him in her crotch until he gets light headed with the lack of air.

His tongue is just as huge as the rest of him, warm and soft and insistent as it pushes between her labia and drags along her gash. He doesn’t care that she’s a bit lose from giving birth to Pharah; if anything, it makes him go wilder when he can stuff his tongue more easily inside her and fuck her with it in expert rhythm that has her bite her lip and pinch her nipple meanly. 

He’s a bit bumbling and stupid most of the time because he likes to make people laugh, but in these moments he is nothing but laser focused and dedicated and she could shower him in kisses.

Her good, good, good boy.