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"She's pro,"

I murmured, my voice filled with awe as I stood in Natasha's room, surrounded by an array of paintings that looked like they belonged in a gallery. My fingers brushed lightly over the edge of a canvas that depicted a serene landscape.

The delicate strokes and the vividness of the colors told me the hours she spent alone, working on her craft.

Then my eyes landed on something else—a painting tucked behind the others. I pulled it out, and my throat blocked as I stared.

It was a strikingly sensual piece: two nude women intertwined, lips locked in a passionate kiss. The depth of their emotions was captured perfectly, the flush of their skin against each other under the soft brushstrokes.

"Damn…" I muttered under my breath, feeling a sudden heat creeping up my neck. "This painting is so…"

Before I could finish the thought, the door creaked open, and Natasha walked in, a tray in her hands. On it sat two cups of tea and a plate of biscuits. Her paintbrush was tucked neatly behind her ear, and her soft mini one-piece dress swayed as she moved.

"Oh, sorry for the wait," she said, her voice cheerful. "Let's have some tea before we start."

I quickly slid the painting back into its place, hoping she hadn't noticed. "Uh, yeah, sure," I said, my voice hesitating.

She set the tray on a small table near her bed and handed me a cup. "Careful, it's hot," she said, her fingers brushing mine for a brief moment.

I took a sip, letting the warm tea soothe my nervousness. The biscuits were buttery and crisp, a perfect combination to the tea.

"These are really good," I said between bites. "Did you make them?"

She chuckled softly, adjusting her glasses. "No, my mom did. She's a great baker."

As we sat there, I couldn't help but compliment her paintings. "Natasha, your work is incredible. Seriously, it's… breathtaking."

Her cheeks turned a soft shade of pink, and she looked down at her tea. "Thank you," she said quietly. Then, as if anticipating my next comment, she added, "Especially the… uh… painting of the two women?"

I smirked, feeling a little mischievous. She noticed that I was looking at it!!

"Oh, especially that one. It's… captivating."

Her blush deepened, and she adjusted her glasses nervously. "It's, um, based on my two friends. They're in a relationship, and I thought their love was so beautiful. I wanted to capture it as a gift for their anniversary."

"That's… actually really thoughtful," I said, genuinely impressed.

She smiled softly, sipping her tea. "Thanks. I just wanted to celebrate their love in my own way."

As we continued chatting, I found my gaze drifting to her. The way her glasses slid slightly down her nose, the delicate way she sipped her tea, and the way her dress tightly hugged chest area and lose feril from below—it was all too distracting. When she crossed her legs, revealing her smooth and thick thighs, I felt a lump form in my throat.

Focus, I told myself sternly. You're here to help her with her art, not to ogle her.

But the thoughts kept creeping in. Her gentle demeanor, her shy glances, and the way her lips curved into a small smile—it was driving me insane. And then there was the simple fact that Natasha had a boyfriend. That thought was enough to make me shake my head, trying to clear my mind and more importantly, let's not forget..I am inside her house. Her mom and little brother is also here..

"You okay?" she asked, noticing my sudden movement.

"Y-yeah," I stammered. "Everything's fine."

She gave me a curious look but didn't press further. Setting her tea aside, she stood up. "Alright, let's get started."

I followed her lead, placing my cup on the table and standing. She walked over to the door and, to my surprise, locked it with a quiet click. My heart skipped a beat.

"It's just so we're not interrupted," she said casually, noticing my expression. "I need complete focus for this."

"Right, of course," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.

She moved to set up her canvas and paints, arranging everything meticulously. Then she turned to me. "Okay, stand by the bed."

I did as she instructed, standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"Now… take off your clothes," she said matter-of-factly, her tone professional.

"Alright." Without hesitation, I pulled off my t-shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair. I caught her glancing at my torso, her eyes lingering for just a moment before she quickly looked away, pretending to adjust her paintbrush.

Next came my belt and pants. I stepped out of them, standing in just my underwear for a moment before sliding them down as well. The room felt cooler against my bare skin, and I resisted the urge to cover myself. I don't want to make it awkward for her and myself.

Natasha's face turned a deep shade of red as her eyes darted toward me, then quickly back to her canvas. "So… big," she muttered under her breath.

"What?" I asked, not catching her words.

"N-nothing," she stammered, her voice high-pitched. She cleared her throat and gestured toward the bed. "Sit down, please and spread your Legs.."

I obeyed, sitting on the edge of the bed and spreading my legs as instructed. My posture was casual, but I could feel her gaze on me, and it was anything but casual as she examined me and everything properly.

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She stared for a moment, her face flushed, before shaking her head and picking up her brush. "Okay, hold still," she said, her voice a little shaky.@@novelbin@@

As she began to sketch, the room was filled with the soft sound of the pencil scratching against paper. I watched her, marveling at the way her hand moved with precision and grace.

—But then she did something unexpected. She put down her brush and stood, walking toward me.

"Natasha?" I asked, confused.

Without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against mine. My eyes widened in shock as her hands gripped my cheeks. Her kiss was intense, her tongue exploring my mouth with a fervor I hadn't expected.

Her hands slowly, grazing my arms and tracing my skin until it reached my dick.

I hitched because of the sudden yet gentle touch.

Gently, she rubbed and stroked enough to give me an arousal sensation. Electric current surging through my body.

Her hands moved gracefully on my dick, exploring all of its side, sking adjusting along her movements...until it became rock hard, standing as anything. Thinking, she just wants to do it with me, I held her by waist and as I was about to pull her close..

—she finally pulled away, her breathing was heavy, her cheeks flushed.

*Huff* *Huff*

"I… am sorry...but I needed to do that," she said, looking away.

"Why?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"To… to make it hard," she said, her voice trembling. "I need to capture the… the raw emotion of a man."

I stared at her, my heart pounding. "Natasha...."

"I am so sorry. I should take permission first I know." She said, bowing her head.

"No No it's okay. I understand completely.." I said, holding my back of the head

"Alright. Phew* then I can continue now."

I didn't know how to respond, so I nodded silently. She stepped back, her hands shaking slightly as she picked up her brush again. She glanced at me one last time before focusing on her canvas and I stayed in my place with arms on side and legs wide open and my hard cock standing straight in front of her.