Blame the young woman for being a little too wholesome and a little too innocent for her to be doing this. But when a woman has needs, a little bit of adventurous side to her, as well as a little bit of booze in her system and a little touch of curiosity, and you get a half-naked girl in her panties and pajama top, straddling a pillow on her bed, slowly rutting herself against the cotton fabric of the pillowcase and the bouncy, squishy texture and form of the pillow itself. The context of it all was that Nina was having a little bit of the bubbly and was already feeling a little frisky already before she sank her teeth in a novel. Once the reading reached the part about sex, hands began to wander and one became two, and she was already grinding her waist down on the pillow. That was, until the door opened suddenly, voices was heard and Nina panicked, immediately ducking back on the bed, sitting back and covering herself with the sullied pillow. “What the heck!?” She exclaimed, cheeks flushed, looking up at the person walking in to her room.