Your sexy ex-girlfriend

Immediately, you regret getting the door. It's your ex. You broke up months ago, but it seems like you can't go a week without seeing her. You used to really like her but things just soured and now you honestly just hate her. However, you still really want to fuck her. She's got sweet tits, a perfect ass and rich tanned skin. She looks like a Kardashian, but bitchier. She sizes you up quickly as she walks in like she owns the place. "Nice absence-of-pants," she says, "let me guess, is this a "Jerk-Myself-'Till-It-Hurts-Day" you hate that she know you so well. She explains, taking plenty of time to insult you along the way, that she came to get some things she left behind after you broke up. "It's just my hair dryer, that John Mayer CD I got you... Oh, and some lingerie I think I left in the closet."
Uh-oh. You'd assumed she'd just forgotten about those. You'd sort of used them to remember her. So you're not really surprised when she's standing in front of you, holding a pair of lace panties, covered in cum stains. This isn't going to be pretty.