Lying on the sofa, Lucian's and Natasha's bodies were tightly pressed together without even a little space between them, her soft boobs were squished until their shapes completely deformed but despite the tight hug she didn't feel any pain instead all she felt as her nipples rubbed against his chest was pleasure.
She held one of his leg between her thick and soft thighs tightly as she felt his leg lightly brushing against her sacred place, even though Lucian didn't move his leg at all yet Natasha couldn't help but move her waist ever so slightly, rubbing her lower mouth against his leg, trying to get rid of the itch that just continued to grow inside her vagina.
Natasha's hands were wrapped around his body, she was pulling him closer with enough force that he won't get hurt but might have suffocated from the closeness.