Lauren’s sitting in a puddle

Lauren looked down, her eyes widened as she saw that her pussy juices were dripping everywhere leaving a puddle of... “No!” Lauren cried. “It’s not what it looks like, I...”

What was she going to say? That she wet herself? That would be even worse. And the girls seemed to fill in the blank and laughed in Lauren’s expense. “I know you’re young, Lauren, but that’s not pee,” Britney mocked. “Although I’m sure you’re used to waking up with that kind of puddle, this time it’s not.”

Lauren blushed at the implication that she wet the bed. “I don’t!” Lauren yelled. “I would never, have never.... done that! Not since I was 12!”

Lauren covered her mouth leaving the girls cracking up even more. “12? Really, Lauren?” Britney snickered. “Well, late bloomer or not, it doesn’t matter. That’s clearly not pee, which means that it’s your other juices, and that’s honestly disgusting. Clean it up.”

Lauren’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, get up, bend over, and lick it dry,” Britney said. “It’s yours after all, and we’re certainly not doing it.”

“Can’t I just use a towel?” Lauren said.

“Oh hell no. I’m not getting MY towels covered in YOUR juices,” Britney said. “Besides, consider this your punishment and your lesson to watch where you leak.”

Lauren gulped, but humiliatingly complied, getting out of her seat, crouching down over the seat, and began licking her juices. Britney and the other girls pulled at their phones and recorded it, laughing. Mocking Lauren for being a slut. Lauren got up when she was done and looked at Britney.