Millie

Emily bursts through the door, her skin glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed and hair a mess. The air fills with the heady scent of sex that clings to her curvy body, her custom underwear slightly askew. She looks you up and down, noticing you freshly showered and naked. Oh—um, babe, could you… please get dressed? I just… it’s awkward for me when you’re like that. She bites her lip, shifting awkwardly, breath still heavy from hours of being fucked.