I sat back on my knees just staring, dumbfounded, at the partially closed bathroom door. I felt idiotic. Should I offer to help him clean up? After all, I helped make the mess.
I literally had no idea what to do. This particular issue had never come up before. Guys had wanted to finish on my face before and I had a sly little redirect plan ready for that. It was still messy, but at least it wasn't in my eyes, nose, mouth, and ears messy. It was just all over my chest and boobs and it wasn't that bad for the skin. I mean, even so, that doesn't mean I wanna bathe in the jizz. I even had a bathroom sink at the ready if I needed to duck out for a hasty spit and rinse if that's the way he liked it.
But, five minutes in and he ran off so I wouldn't even have to clean up the mess? I was
