Natasha felt a pair of large hands touching her chest. She was startled, thinking that an intruder had entered. Then she grabbed my wrist forcefully, trying to break free. But when she turned her head and saw me smiling, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Are you crazy? You scared me. I thought someone bad had entered the house," Natasha said, patting her chest.
"Oh? So you mean it's fine for me to do this?" I placed my hand back, applying a little pressure.
Natasha's face turned red. She became angry and embarrassed, saying, "Absolutely not! What's the rush? I won't run away. We'll definitely do it later. Let me finish showering first, okay?"
I said shamelessly, "Natasha, let's shower together. It'll save time."
Without waiting for Natasha's refusal, I began undressing in front of her.
