Pet the kitten.

Sliding your hand down, into the area between her legs, you begin rubbing. Natasha squirms, in her sleep, her body not used to these new feelings.

Natasha had always guarded her "purity," not even dating, since she was so obsessed. Though, here you were, feeling her completely untouched, untainted body. It filled you with a certain glee.

Pinching her labia and clitoris, you send her into a writhing frenzy, a small smile spreading across her face, as she instinctively raises onto her knees, lifting her rear in the air.

Your efforts cause her rear to sway, slowly and sensually, teasing you.

Looking at her, you see her wavy, nut brown hair, falling about her face and shoulders, and her bronze skin giving her tiny body a golden aura, contrasting nicely against her small, blue top.

Head lying sideways, on her pillow, she opened her mouth, panting, now, trying to keep up with the pleasure she was getting from your stimulation of her crotch.

Suddenly, her back arches and she pushing out her lower body, spreading her knees apart. You hear her orgasmic panting, as her whole body shakes and flexes.

Flopping back down, onto her stomach, she sighs, contented.

Now, she's lying on her stomach, her hair a mess, her top rolled up, slightly, exposing most of her back and her pink boy-shorts had been soaked and now look more like a thong, leaving her round, tanned behind out in the open.

Giving her a smack on the behind, you head out the door, rather surprised she slept through all that.