Hawkeye Fucks Black Widow Avengers XXX Parody

In the dimly lit tower, it was a night like any other for Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow. Perched on a chair, she waited patiently for Clint Barton, alias Hawkeye, to finish his scouting mission. With a puff of smoke, he materialized before her, bow in hand and a sly grin on his face.

“Mission accomplished,” he declared, leaning against the wall.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, noticing the bulge in his pants. “And I bet you accomplished more than just that,” she teased.

Clint chuckled, “You have no idea, Widow.” In one swift motion, he grabbed her, pulling her close for a heated kiss. Natasha gasped, feeling his arousal pressing against her core.

She pushed him away gently, “I thought we agreed to keep it professional,” she reminded him, although her nipples betrayed her with their obvious hardness beneath her tight black leotard.

“Professional schmofessional,” Clint muttered, tracing a finger along her cleavage. “You can’t blame a guy for wanting to see what’s under all that spandex.”

Natasha bit her lip, then made a sudden move. She grabbed Clint’s shoulders and promptly head-butted him, making him see stars. “That’s for being a pig,” she scolded, even though it only turned her on more.

They grappled, attacking and counterattacking – their attraction manifesting in the only language they knew: violence. Natasha whipped out a taser and shot him in the chest. Clint howled, but it only seemed to excite him further. “You wanted to see under the spandex? Fine,” she growled, knocking him to the floor.

She straddled him and ripped open her leotard, exposing her perfect breasts. Clint reached up, groping them roughly. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed about these,” he groaned, pinching her nipples.

Unable to restrain herself, Natasha ground down onto his crotch, feeling his hardness rub against her pussy. She moaned, losing control for a moment. Then as quickly as it started, she pulled away and punched him. “I told you, back off.”

“Or else what?” Clint challenged, getting back to his feet. “Come on, Widow. I’ve seen you give handjobs in the back of a plane. Don’t pretend like you’re innocent.”

“That was for Captain America!” Natasha defended hotly, but the truth burned at the back of her mind. She needed this. She NEEDED him. Her cunt was dripping wet, aching for his cock.

Clint smirked, like he could read her mind. Two could play at that game. He flipped her over, grabbing her wrists. Natasha yelped, trying to struggle, but she got a face full of ass in the process. “Fuck,” she whimpered, giving up.

“Shhhh,” Clint hushed her, using her chin to angle her mouth to line up with her dripping snatch. “Go on.”

Natasha groaned and hesitantly began lapping at her clean-shaven mound. She hated herself for how good it tasted, for how much she craved it. But she knew Clint was getting off on it, and that excited her even more.

“Fuck yes, you taste so good,” Clint hissed. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

As Natasha continued eating herself, she felt something prod at her. harty mapped beside her. She glanced up and noticed she had released the mercy arrow from his quiver. It posed little threat when soaking in her juices.

Natasha stroked her clit harder, feeling herself get closer. Clint was thrashing on the floor, muttering obscenities. One last suck and she came hard around the arrow. Clint scrambled to his feet and gutted the arrow, impaling her pussy mercilessly. Natasha screamed, cumming again as he forced his thick cock all the way inside.

“You wanted to see what he was packing, Widow?” Clint snarled, grabbing her hair. “Here it is. Every inch.”

He started fucking her roughly, the juices of her muff squishing loudly. Natasha felt owned, used, and she was loving every second of it. Clint was exactly the type of man who could tame her – a complete and utter bastard.

Natasha rolled her eyes back, moaning like a whore. “Harder!” she demanded, her voice strained with pleasure. “Fuck me harder!”

Clint obliged, pistoning into her at a punishing pace. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with each thrust. Natasha felt herself tighten around him, her pussy milking his shaft.

“I’m gonna fill you up,” Clint grunted, burying himself to the hilt. “I’m gonna breed you like the littlecum slut you are.”

“YES!” Natasha howled in ecstasy. “Cum in me! Make me yours!”

With one last slam, Clint came hard, pumping his seed deep into her womb. Natasha screamed, cumming again as she was bred imprint the floor, feeling his childbearing warmth filling her to the brim.

When they finally caught their breath, they were left panting and tangled. “That was amazing,” Natasha murmured breathlessly.

Clint smirked, nuzzling her neck. “That was just the beginning, Widow. There’s so much more I want to do with you.”

As they made out lazily, they knew their little rendezvous was just the first in what would be a long, kinky series of events. Avengers could wait – for now, it was just Widow and Hawkeye, lost in their pleasure and ready to explore each others’ darkest fantasies.