Emma stumbles in.

She's smiling and laughing. Likely she didn't hear me fall at all. She's just n here to pee!

As she enters though her jaw drops and her already gigantic eyes go wide. She rushes towards me.

"What the actual FUCK Lus??" Emma shouts just before slipping herself in the remaining slime. It's become more of a liquid since that thing slumped away. She tries to wipe it off, sticks out her tongue and makes her "icky face." It's the same face she makes when a gross guy hits on her or when she doesn't want to eat anything but pizza.

I try to form words but everything comes out a confused mess. Not to mention the constant blue drooling. Communication is hard. I'm trying to cover myself. I feel like the most disgusting creature alive, but also strangely satisfied. I start thinking about how intense the orgasm I just had was and how good it felt to have that thing filling me whatever is now dripping off most of the surfaces in the room.

Emma snaps me out of it by saying,