You are winding down for the evening. You’ve had a couple of drinks and you change into your silk camisole that stops mid thigh. And that’s it. No bra. No underwear. I mean why would you, you’re in your apartment and your bed. You weren’t expecting guests. So as you lay in bed. You start rubbing your hands down your body and you put your hands on your clit and start rubbing circles. You get really into the moment that you don’t hear your childhood friend Mattheo Riddle come through the door.