There is no doubt that putting aside the black widow. As a woman, Natasha Romanoff is a woman who can catch the eye of others from the first glance. Note that the "other" here is not a distinction between men and women.

Her appearance is not very exquisite, but she is also very aesthetically pleasing kind. And with that red hair and those green eyes, her beauty has been raised to a higher level. The key was her figure - although she was not very tall, the seduction wrapped under that tight combat suit. The curves of people, the bottomless ravines, the snow-white skin and the mature charm exuded all over her body make her an out-and-out You. Thing.

At this time, Grant did not ignore her cold treatment, but slowly walked to her side, gently lifted a few strands of red hair from her ears, and then kissed her rosy lips fiercely in her confusion and confusion.

"Hmm, no!"

Natasha pushed Grant away hard and kicked it at him.

It's just that Grant has been prepared for this.

With his left hand, he held Natasha's round beautiful leg and swung it behind his waist, and his right hand stretched out to wrap his arms around the other party's waist and pull the other person into his arms. In addition, he did not forget that the door was still open, and brought it "by the way".

The loud sound of the door closing was the perfect backdrop for Natasha's movements, which she was struggling with at this time. And her struggles did have some effect initially. Originally, Grant had already picked her up with her rounder buttocks, but because of her struggle, she was rolled to the ground with her in a few clicks.

At this time, Grant was also provoked by the other party's struggle and "fire", and began to gradually increase his strength. One rolled over and flipped Natasha, who was sitting on top of him, and pressed his body against the other. He grabbed the other person's wrist and placed her arms on the floor behind his head. It was locked by one of his large hands. His other hand held her head in place, and then his mouth rained down on her face, earlobe, nose, and finally lips.

"No, how can you!"

Beads of sweat began to appear on the snow-white skin, but it was hard to tell if they were from their own struggles or something else. Even if Natasha continues to struggle. It still can't change the situation. What's even more tragic is that she found that her body was one step ahead of her will and began to compromise with this stinky man. The most intuitive manifestation is that the intensity of the struggle is becoming less and less, and more scattered in the pleasure of enjoying the bursts of struggle.

Gradually, both of them got into the groove. Grant's hands roamed over Natasha's body, and he had already tore apart the opponent's tight-fitting combat suit with a hole that his previous banishment ability had accidentally cut in the fabric of the opponent's lower abdomen. And Natasha's hands, which were about to push the other party away with her last effort, stopped after feeling Grant's tongue invade her lip flap, and instead began to tear the other party's shirt half-vindictively and half-emotionally. At this time, Grant had also climbed Natasha's tall and perfect twin peaks. Gently rubbed it up.

"No ......"

This "no" is very different from the previous two. The first time it was obviously angry on the head, and the second time it was a strong internal attack. And now, that's duplicity.

Soon, the two were no longer satisfied with the feeling of hands and mouths. A rather violent assault, an irrepressible scream, and everything that followed fell into place.

On the smooth floor, the two fit tightly together, constantly blending themselves into each other's bodies. The high-pitched groans and rapid wheezing were endless. The shiny black close-fitting combat uniform has been rudely torn to pieces, but it is even more emotional in the current situation. As Grant jerked upward. Natasha, who was originally holding him in a sitting position, hugged the other party tighter, and finally couldn't help but raise her long snow-white neck, and shouted out the extreme pleasure that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

After a few moments, the room finally fell silent. The two of them, who were still gasping on the floor, were still hugging each other, enjoying the last of their warmth. Then, Grant picked up Natasha, who had come down several times and was almost out of strength. Brought into the bathroom and washed up the mandarin ducks. Duck bath.

Well, this time it started differently than he did against Skye, but the process and the result were pretty much the same. In short, Natasha's anger is estimated to have disappeared.

Of course, Grant's original intention may have been to make Natasha angry and unable to vent. But then. Both she and him enjoyed this fit very much.

Then again, I have been lying in a big ice cube for thirty years, and I have been forbidden for thirty years. I've been messing around with Skye before, and now there's another Natasha, which seems to be a bit frequent-the reason for this idea, of course, is not because of any lack of "physical strength". On the contrary, Grant is too strong, and he is almost invincible in "one-on-one". No, Skye had begged him for mercy many times before. And now, Mandarin Duck. The duck bath is over, and Natasha hasn't recovered yet......

"What's wrong, are you okay?"

Seeing that Natasha, who was menacing before, became the current weak appearance, Grant smiled and provoked the scene. As a result, he immediately hit the opponent's soft punch.

"Better than you think."

Angrily replying, Natasha lifted the sheet and stepped off the bed. It was only after she saw the fragments of her combat uniform on the floor that she came to her senses.

Seeing Natasha glancing at him with a face full of unhappiness, Grant smiled, swiped his right hand in the air from top to bottom, opened the carry-on space, took out a suit of clothes from it, and handed it over.

Seeing his hand, Natasha froze, but didn't say anything. It's just that when she lifted the clothes she received and was about to put them on, she was speechless. Because the dress that Grant handed her was also a combat uniform, and it was more than seventy percent similar to the one she had been torn apart.

"Looks like you've been prepared......" Glancing at Grant again, Natasha was expressionless again, "That's how you did with Skye?" ”

"You guessed it, you're so smart!"

With a big smile on his face, Grant generously recognized it: "But it's not a good preparation, it's just a coincidence." ”

"Oh?"

"At first I was going to leave a message in your locker and stay nearby and wait for you to show up. But I missed you so much that I decided to change my mind. Now, that's how to carve the marks that can be seen everywhere and wait for you to come. At that time, I had already opened your storage box, and I happened to see this combat suit, so I took it with me. Speaking of this, he smiled, "I didn't expect it to come in handy." (To be continued......)