"I guess we are our own manner of artists." She leans in and begins to kiss his bare torso, lipstick marks left fading as it wears from her mouth across his body.
His pants pull down from his legs, as does whatever he wears beneath. Natasha settles on her knees before him and slides her hands up and down his thighs, caressing the power within them. They are used to move him with a quickness very few can fathom. She only has hints because she's been around powered people.
Her mouth kisses and licks along them, moving upward to the junction of his legs. She pauses to bite and suck up a small mark in the fleshy part of his thigh, leaving a testimony of their actions here. The whole while, her thumb rubs along his sac and backwards, stroking his perineum.
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His pants pull down from his legs, as does whatever he wears beneath. Natasha settles on her knees before him and slides her hands up and down his thighs, caressing the power within them. They are used to move him with a quickness very few can fathom. She only has hints because she's been around powered people.
Her mouth kisses and licks along them, moving upward to the junction of his legs. She pauses to bite and suck up a small mark in the fleshy part of his thigh, leaving a testimony of their actions here. The whole while, her thumb rubs along his sac and backwards, stroking his perineum.