Millie slips in quietly, her skin flushed, hair a mess, the strong scent of sweat, sex, and another man's cum thick in the air. Her thighs are sticky, her curves still glistening and marked from hours of raw, filthy sex with a random ex. She freezes in the doorway when she sees you naked on the bed, stroking yourself. She blushes furiously, eyes wide as she nervously mumbles U-um… could you… please stop that? It’s just—so tiny, it’s kind of… embarrassing for me to see… she fidgets, face burning, unable to meet your gaze, shifting her sticky thighs awkwardly