Yes

**** for this whole debacle to be behind her, Lauren eagerly skitters past Dennis, her hands firmly placed over her pussy.

The sound of her bare feet slapping against the cold floor echoes through the air while the sight of her pale, naked, sweaty flesh (especially that magnificent ass!) fills Dennis's vision.

He bites his lip and suppresses a hungry, animalistic groan as her burns this image into his mind and feels his cock twitch in his pants.

Dennis shuffles along after Lauren, letting the door slowly drift shut as he clumsily tried to walk with a hard-on.

"Come on, let's go!" Lauren hisses as she turns around, giving Dennis a lovely view of her front.

With both her hands firmly planted over her shaved cunny, there's nothing left to hide her small breasts, with their achingly erect nipples, or her ample, soft belly.

Even better, from Dennis's perspective, Lauren's arms is smooshing her plush body, making her already ample body look even more enticing.

The sweat is beading on Dennis's forehead as he looks at this plump goddess, and he has to fight the urge to stroke his (less-than-impressive) cock right in front of her.

Dennis just leers at Lauren, his skin flushing as he nervously gulps.

Lauren quickly deducts what's happening and awkwardly shifts her hands around to cover her front as best as she can, as her own face grows red with embarrassment.

"C-come on Dennis..." she snaps, her voice less stern than she wants. "S-stop staring, you... you micro..."

"If you call me that again, I won't help you," Dennis replies.

Lauren's eyes go wide in fear. "Ok, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I just... come on..."

Dennis smiles as this little once of power immediately goes to his head.

"You go first," he commands. "It's just down that flight of stairs."

Lauren sighs and does as he orders, turning around and placing one of her hands awkwardly over her ass before giving up in defeat.