Give the floor a spitshine

"Really, Paulie?" Kerry stage-whispers to you from above. You couldn't control that little wee-wee?"

Anya silently shakes her head in agreement, her pouty lips and button nose still seductive as she looks down on you as well, figuratively and literally.

"We can't have you leaving a mess for our poor, overworked janitorial staff," the angular-featured schoolgirl continues. "Now you just get that nose to the floor and lick up that mess!"

You look at them, the creamy puddle on the dusty floor, and back at them again.

"Please don't make me do that! The floor is so dirty!" you whine. You stare at your cum spill again. It is then you see one shoe of each girl tapping impatiently.

Then, Anya lifts her shiny strapover shoe and manages to put the sole on the top of your head and pushes downward. The next thing you know, your nose is in the congealing goo and you know you have no choice. You close your eyes and stick out your tongue, lapping like a demented kitten at the lukewarm semen. Derisive giggles trickle down to your ears as you slicken the vinyl flooring with your spit, tears dropping from your cheeks to help the floor shine.