Lap. It. Up.

“Get your face down on that floor, and clean up your mess,” the figure commands.

“But the floor is dir-,” Before you can even formulate a protest in your mind, you realize you’ve leaned down directly over the pool of currently congealing cum. Your body moved before logic could even catch up, you need to do what you were told, you need to clean up your mess.

You stick your tongue out, still haphazardly reaching and stroking the figures massive and spit covered cock. You’ve tasted your cum on accident, but now you’re going to eat it off of a bathroom floor. Your tongue swirls the viscous fluid, the saltiness coating the tip of your tongue. As though possessed, you begin lapping every drop of cum off of the ground.