"Oh, I know I didn't have to pick between the two. You merely asked if it was because of your dick or because you could get me off, and I saying I would never pick. Cause you turn me into a slut just for you every single time I see you. I'm always yours and only yours when we are together, and I love it." Natasha would never talk dirty for anyone but Clint. He was the only one that she'd tear her mouth up for, and love every second of it.

It felt good to let go and not always have to be completely in charge of every single thing, to say that she'd be a slut for someone, and only that person-- doing whatever they wanted and she knew that he loved it when she sat on his face. It may bring her to orgasm, but the noises he made as he gripped her hips and yanked her forward turned her on every bit as much as his tongue and mouth sucking against her clit.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so damn sensitive. You're going to make me crazy like this." She knows she's already super-sensitive, but Clint knows exactly the right amount of pressure, and when to let up to let her breathe, and then when to dive back in again to pull her right back up to heaving again. Nat rolls her hips down against his mouth, and moans loudly, running her hands over her breasts to pull and pluck at her nipples.