Clint watches Natasha touch herself with his mouth hanging open. No matter how many times they do this, he can't get used to how hot she is when she gets herself ready for him. He's so entranced that he nearly misses what she's saying.

The thing is, Clint doesn't want to move to her place. He owns his building, and he wants to remain an onsite landlord. If they need somewhere bigger than his little loft, he can always talk to one of the other tenants and see if they want to switch for a lower rent, but he wants her to move in with him, or to find somewhere they both choose.

They'll have time to talk about that after, though. Right now, all Clint wants is to get his face in that perfect pink pussy. "Come here, Tasha," he teases with a grin, getting his hands on her hips and tugging her toward his waiting mouth. This close, she looks incredible, with her fingers dipping inside, and a sheen of wetness covering her pretty lips. Clint feels his mouth water just looking at her. "Fuck, you're gorgeous," he tells her right before leaning in for a taste.