Cradling her cheeks, Natalie had been sitting on the toilet for quite a while, feeling the coolness settling on her butt, before she finally sighed and straightened up, then started tidying things up reluctantly. As she carefully sketched the image in her mind, Monica's figure was indeed outstanding. Even though the white chef's outfit wrapped her tightly, it couldn't hide her proud curves. Even if she wasn't especially beautiful, she possessed a sensual charm of a thousand styles.
"Damn it, Nata, what the hell are you thinking about?" The girl massaged her own cheeks and waited for the sound of the toilet flushing to fade away before dropping her hands and letting out a long breath. She felt that she'd become somewhat strange, always thinking about odd things, which had started from the moment she'd arrived on the set of "No Reservations"... Well, to be exact, it had started after she saw Adrian and Monica being very intimate.