Go for a jog.

A wicked smile plays across Alyson's face as you decide on your next little misadventure.

Climbing out of bed, you head through to her living room. Still wearing nothing but a faceful of her husband's cum, you lace up a pair of sneakers.

The late morning air is quite bracing on your naked skin as you head outside. You'd never dream subjecting your own body to this level of exposure. Of course, this time, you didn't have to live with the embarrasment. Or the consequences.

Your nipples are already hardening as you begin jogging. She's quite the sight on a lazy morning, and you make no effort to keep to the backroads.

In the end, you jog in a short loop, finishing off at the front door of Alyson's house.

It's been half an hour. Thirty minutes filled with dropped jaws, wolf whistles and so many phones aimed at the actress' naked, jiggling body.

Heading inside, you titter at Alyson's predicament. No doubt footage of her little constitutional is already plastered across the internet.

Making you way back to Alyson's bedroom, you decide to leave the star with one last piece of mischief.

Snatching up her phone, you let yourself on to her Twitter account.

"Just went on the most perfect jog. #Bracing" You tweet, adding a picture of Alyson's legs, bare save for her sneakers, for good measure. You imagine it'll be very hard to claim the redhead running naked through her neighbourhood was someone else after that.