Absorbed in all the pleasure she's taking from working Clint's dick. Nat doesn't even think about herself. She can certainly feel the dark throb between her legs and the wetness that has made her thighs a damp nightmare now, but she keeps her ass in the air and rocks back and forth lightly offering herself a little stimuli to keep it from bothering her too much. It's not often that she gets to keep herself so focused on Clint like this.

That's why it shouldn't, but still does take her by surprise when he takes her in and rolls her over onto her back, covering her body with his again. She gasps and licks at her lips, taking all the flavors she's pulled from him in. God it's such a rush. "Jesus, Clint. You can never just let me." She pants out on a half moan, tipping her head back when he begins to rub the little bullet at her clit, vibrating it at exactly the right speed. She finds his mouth and forces her tongue into it, clinging to him at the quick overly intense fluctuations of pleasure that begin spinning through her core.