When it comes to knowing how to please a woman, Clint is a damn expert. There's literally no one that Natasha knows who is so very willing to do so much to get her off as often as she needs or wants when they have sex. He may not be able to say a word with his mouth tied up in her pussy, but she can feel the way he moves it and the vibrations from his enjoyment.

Grinding down against his face, Nat rolls her hips so that he can suck at her clit and pull the orgasm from her. She's literally right on the edge with his tongue fucking her. She begins to breathe heavy, little tiny moans dripping quicker and quicker from her lips, and then suddenly his thumb rubs against her and she's gone again.

"Jesus, Clint. Oh fuck, I'm coming, fuck, fuck, fuck. oh. oh. oh. yeaaaah....baby." The words are loud and some slurred through the pleasure, she presses down hard to keep the orgasm going for as long as possible, extending the life of the clitoral orgasm for at least a minute before she drops back off his face and lays back against him to catch her breath. "Dear Saints alive, that was so fucking good, you are so good at that." She pants, feeling boneless from how hard she came.