[ A hum. That little tug is— good, and just what she wants right now, soothes the ache between her legs for a moment. She uses the flat of her tongue to lick a long stripe over him, uses her tongue and her lips to chase away the water before she really starts to do more than lick. Light, light sucks, her thumb trailing small circles at his hip.
Natasha doesn't have a problem with sucking cock. It is what it is, and it's not demeaning when you're the person in control, here. But she can take it or leave it and it's not really about the fact she's on her knees; he's got his eyes closed, too, and that's.
That's more than they've ever given anybody else. ]
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Natasha doesn't have a problem with sucking cock. It is what it is, and it's not demeaning when you're the person in control, here. But she can take it or leave it and it's not really about the fact she's on her knees; he's got his eyes closed, too, and that's.
That's more than they've ever given anybody else. ]