Take advantage of the situation

"Oh yeah?" you slyly ask Millie, glancing back at her to stare her in the eye. "In what way would that be?"

"Oh, well you're almost as cute as him for one!" Your heart sinks a little, but you promptly recompose yourself and continue with "Tell me Millie, did you ever... get intimate with him?"

Millie just rolls her eyes patronisingly, "Honestly Joe, do you listen to me at all? It seems you're as deaf as that silly Ella girl, as well as being as clumsy!"

Your erection continues to both saddened and turned on by her bitchiness, and while you're starting to feel sorry for Ella for all the **** Millie directing at her, you decide to up your game. You crawl down the sofa towards the leading lady and shoot out a hand to cup her breast in. Millie utters a slight surprised gasp as you squeeze her tit tightly, but then just glances back at you hungrily as you ask her "Did he ever do this?"

Smirking, Millie responds with a coy "Sweetheart, you don't even know the half of it!" and before you can respond, you feel her hand grasping the back of your head and pulling it toward her to bury it deep into her massive jugs. You're shocked for a moment, but upon processing where your head is, start to passionately kiss and lick all around her firm titties. You can feel Millie's firm grip still on the back of your head, but it can't stop you motorboating this Hollywood-standard bosom with an idiotic sense of glee, feeling her great mounds pushing in on the sides of your head. You realise your boner is becoming quite uncomfortable and, opting for a more comfortable position, move your legs over Millie to straddle her lap, never stopping your oral pleasuring.

"Oh yes Matthew baby - OH!" you hear Millie cry as you continue to wrap your mouth around her tits and suck with a fierce determination. You're starting to really hate this Matthew guy and whatever kind of dicking he gave Millie back in the day - you know you have to top whatever he did to her. It's time to exert your dominance in the situation. You whip your head up, and gaze at Millie dead in the eyes.

"Please, call me Mr Doe," you command her before pulling her in for a tongue-filled French kiss.