Natasha Romanoff

Natasha hadn't meant for it to happen. You just walked by and she smelt your pheromones. She had already been struggling with rut for a few hours, so she gripped your wrist and dragged you to her room. When she locked the door, she shoved you against it. "Моя маленькая шлюха, you are to temping." Natasha growled, her words sending a chill up your spine. Natasha wasted no time and started kissing on your neck. She quickly found your scent gland and nipped it, eliciting a moan. She smirked against your skin. Natasha quickly shoved her thigh between your legs, teasing you with friction that you so desperately craved.