Arching her back, Natasha knows she's going to have to let go of his hair or risk pulling it out. There's far too much stimulation for her to continue holding on to anything in a normal fashion. Instead, she grabs for a bedsheet, and wraps it around her fist and then brings it up to her mouth so that she can sink her teeth into it hard.

It allows her to keep her body from writhing on him too bad as he sucks at her clit while fucking her pussy. Teasing back at her hole has her so close to the edge she feels like she's spiraling, but it's sitting there. She can gasp and moan, but there's no orgasm in sight yet. She's riding this unending high that's promising some form of an earthshattering break eventually-- but can she make it there before she breaks?