Feeling how Natasha reacted more to him by the second made it impossible to resist getting a real taste of her any longer.
Soft, wanton growls rolling through his chest, Clint started running his tongue over every small inch, every hidden sensitive spot of her soft pink lips, enjoying her well-known strong, sweet taste before he went straight for the spring. His tongue deep inside her body gave him another pretty good impression of how wet, how tight she was for him, and his cock ached with unfulfilled passion. He ignored it, just pressing his hips firmly into the cushions to dampen his own need.
Instead he started fucking Natasha with his tongue, slowly and thoroughly, swirling inside her and pressing his face against her close enough to tease the sensitive spot he knew deep inside her. The delicious sounds of pleasure from her lips and their both fast breathing made up all the way for any other missing sound. It made it a lot easier now to blind out the rumbling of thunder outside.
He drowned in her smell, in her juices wetting his skin, his hands gently stroking her stomach and legs while he plunged into her again and again, feeling her muscles tighten around him. There really wasn't much he enjoyed that greatly like feeling her so close with all of his senses, and watch her, his eyes never leaving her face, letting go off all her borders for him.
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Soft, wanton growls rolling through his chest, Clint started running his tongue over every small inch, every hidden sensitive spot of her soft pink lips, enjoying her well-known strong, sweet taste before he went straight for the spring. His tongue deep inside her body gave him another pretty good impression of how wet, how tight she was for him, and his cock ached with unfulfilled passion. He ignored it, just pressing his hips firmly into the cushions to dampen his own need.
Instead he started fucking Natasha with his tongue, slowly and thoroughly, swirling inside her and pressing his face against her close enough to tease the sensitive spot he knew deep inside her. The delicious sounds of pleasure from her lips and their both fast breathing made up all the way for any other missing sound. It made it a lot easier now to blind out the rumbling of thunder outside.
He drowned in her smell, in her juices wetting his skin, his hands gently stroking her stomach and legs while he plunged into her again and again, feeling her muscles tighten around him. There really wasn't much he enjoyed that greatly like feeling her so close with all of his senses, and watch her, his eyes never leaving her face, letting go off all her borders for him.