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The drawing session continued, and I stayed in my pose, legs spread, body exposed, for nearly twenty minutes. Surprisingly, I wasn't feeling tired, just a bit cold. My muscles tensed occasionally, but I kept my focus on Natasha.

She was entirely absorbed in her art, her face scrunched in concentration, her hand moving swiftly yet gracefully over the canvas. Her professionalism was undeniable. She didn't fumble or hesitate; every stroke of her pencil seemed deliberate and sure.

"You okay? If you want a break, we can have one," she asked, glancing up briefly. Her tone was soft, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes.

I shook my head, offering a small smile. "No, it's completely okay. I'm fine."

She smiled back, a fleeting expression that made my heart skip a beat before she returned her attention to the canvas. The sight of her so focused, so utterly engrossed, was enchanting.

Her glasses slipped down her nose slightly, and she pushed them back up with her wrist.

As the minutes stretched on, I began to feel the softness towarda my dick, particularly given my current...state where I was trying to keep holding it but I refused to let it show.

To keep myself on the edge I gazed at Natasha's thighs occasionally and those large sack of tigh boobs covered by her dress and how her body moves when she is shifting in her chair and I ran my imagination wild. Images of her lying beneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist, flashed in my mind. Her body so busty and how she will consume me in heat, given by sudden kiss..

~Ahh- I want to fuck her so badly.

It was like edging, the tension building and building without release.

I stole a glance at her, wondering if she noticed anything odd. But no—Natasha was completely immersed, her pencil moving with precision as she captured every detail. Her dedication was admirable, and yet it made my current predicament even harder to bear.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally put her pencil down with a satisfied sigh.

"You can relax now," she said, leaning back and stretching her arms.

"Phew." I exhaled deeply, letting my body collapse onto the bed. The soft mattress was a relief against my tense muscles.

"Hehe, thank you so much!" she said, her voice bright with gratitude. She stood up and stretched again, her dress shifting slightly and revealing more of her legs.

"No problem," I said, sitting up. "Did it turn out how you wanted?"

She beamed at me, her cheeks faintly pink. "Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

I stood and walked over to her, still completely naked, but the way Natasha was so casual about it made me feel oddly comfortable. As I stood beside her, I looked down at the sketch on the canvas.

"Damn," I said, genuinely stunned. "It's… amazing. It's just a pencil sketch, but it's so detailed, so lifelike. Natasha, this is incredible."

She blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Really? You think so?"

"I know so. You're seriously talented," I said, still admiring the drawing. She'd captured every line, every shadow, every curve of my body with an almost photographic accuracy.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft and sincere. "I'll add the finishing touches later, but… I'm really happy with how it turned out."

I nodded. "You should be. This is… wow. You've got a real gift." Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Her laughter filled the room, light and joyful. "You're making me blush," she said, adjusting her glasses again. "But really, I couldn't have done it without you. You're the perfect model."

I turned to look at her, and she was gazing at me with a mix of admiration and something else—a flicker of shyness, perhaps, or something deeper. Her cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as her eyes drifted briefly down my body before snapping back up to my face.

"Thank you so much, Austin," she said again, her voice barely above a whisper. "You're seriously… perfect for this."

Her words lingered in the air between us, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. I could see the blush spreading across her face, the way her lips parted slightly as if she wanted to say more but couldn't find the words.

"You're welcome," I said finally, breaking the silence. "I'm glad I could help."

She nodded, still looking a little flustered. Then, as if realizing she needed to do something to break the tension, she turned back to her canvas.

"I should start packing up," she said quickly, her voice returning to its usual tone. "Let me know if I can help you with anything."

My grin widened, a mischievous glint lighting my eyes as I walked beside Natasha.@@novelbin@@

I reached out casually, placing my hand firmly on her ass and giving it a teasing squeeze.

"Wha—Austin!" she jolted, her voice a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she turned her head to look at me.

"What are you doing?"

"You said I could ask for help whenever I need it, right?" I replied smoothly, my tone dripping with feigned innocence.

"Y-yeah… but this…?" Natasha stammered, her words faltering as her gaze darted around nervously.

Leaning closer, I let my fingers slide beneath the hem of her one-piece skirt. My touch was deliberate, finding the soft fabric of her panties. I pressed against her pussy, rubbing her over the thin piece of cloth.

"Yes, Natasha. This is the help I need."

Her breath hitched, her body tensing under my touch as I moved to stand directly behind her.

The hardness of my dick pressed firmly against her ass, and she instinctively leaned back, her body responding despite her hesitation. A small, involuntary motion of her hips rubbed against me.

"Ahh—but…" Natasha's hesitation was barely audible, her voice weak against the sensations coursing through her.

My hand slid up from her stomach, tracing her curves until it reached her chest. With a confident squeeze, I groped her sack of balls, feeling in their softness beneath my fingers.

Natasha let out a shaky sigh, her body trembling as my hands explored her.

"You'll help me now, won't you?" I murmured, my lips brushing against her neck as I left a trail of heated smooch on her skin.

"Ohh..Hufff-" Before she could reply, I turned her around swiftly, my hands gripping her shoulders as my lips captured hers in a dominating kiss.

Natasha's muffled gasp melted into the kiss, her resistance faltering under my relentless advance.

With a firm push, I guided her toward the bed. The edge met the back of her knees, and she landed onto the soft cushion, her body bouncing slightly as she landed.

Her glasses slipped down the edge of her nose, and her breathing was heavy, her chest rising and falling with every quickened inhale.

I put my knee on bed and went ahead. I loomed over her, my shadow casting a silhouette against her body.