"OOh, Oh, God. Clint" When he adds fingers to her pussy, and rubs at her she's completely done for and knows it. One second her orgasm is building and the next it's pouring over her, drenching her in waves of wetness she's never felt before. She groans deeply, and then pants as another wave hits-- this one different from the rest. It's not like she squirts, but she's so wet, and it coats Clint's fingers in white that almost looks like he came inside her.

"Fuck, it's still going." Her body is tight, everything tense as she holds a pillow to her mouth to try and muffle the screams, the way it continues to ride her as long as he keeps rubbing her clit and pumping her full -- it doesn't stop. It continues to slam against her nerves, and drag her along for one of the longer orgasms she can remember having. Panting, she finally relents and begs him to stop for a second so that she can. It's the only way she knows it'll come down. The only way her body will relax and let her breathe. Everything attached to her is oversensitive, and stimulated to the very edge. "That was beyond. wow...Clint, my love." She can barely talk yet, body a quivering mass of edges and curves.