You clean them

You carefully pick up the panties with a look of disgust. You’re surprised by the weight as you hold them pinched between your thumb and index finger.

*Geez. How much cum was there in that horse-sized cock of his! * You contemplate walking across the bathroom floor holding the drenched panties at least an arm’s length from your face.

Opening the lid to the washing machine you empty the adjacent basket full of dirty drawls as well as the panties you for some reason, unconsciously had curled up into a ball. You smell your hand as you can see some mucus, left behind from the moist panties, glistening in the bathroom light.

Without even thinking about it you just clean it with your tongue and swallow with a mischievous smile. Your smile turns into an expression of distaste as you shockingly gasp realizing what you just did.

*What’s wrong with me! * you think to yourself holding your other hand to your head.

You quickly run both of your hands through some flowing water to wash off the clinging feel of Tyler’s cum. Drying off your hands you shake your head in disbelief,

*I can’t belief this is happening, did he mess with my head while I was sleeping or something!?*