[ Clint comes shortly after Natasha starts to pull out all the stops, warning her first just in case she doesn't want to swallow. They know each other so well that she knows exactly how to get him there, and he shouts a gasp. ]
Nat, you're so fucking good at that, [ he tells her, brushing her hair back gently. ] God, you're beautiful.
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Nat, you're so fucking good at that, [ he tells her, brushing her hair back gently. ] God, you're beautiful.