His hands tightened around her waist, his fingers pressing into her skin, and Natasha answered with a light nip with her teeth before grinning against him. They picked up an easy rhythm, their bodies moving together as one, and never moving far apart.
Clint was certainly creative, Natasha had to give him that, and he had her moaning in no time and pressing herself harder against him with every thrust.
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Date: 2013-11-29 10:16 pm (UTC)From:Clint was certainly creative, Natasha had to give him that, and he had her moaning in no time and pressing herself harder against him with every thrust.