Ivy moaned softly at the breath on her ear, her body tightening internally, almost like a spring. Her voice was soft, but her nipples large and bright red as she was laid on the bed. Licking her lips, she looked up at Milia, almost pleading, and softly spoke. "I...I just need someone to touch me...caress my breasts, thrust your fingers inside of me...whatever you want to do. I'm made for it."