Spit it out.

You frantically look for somewhere to spit it out and see a trash can across the room. You sprint across the room and spit it out violently into the trash can.

"No accounting for taste," Belinda giggles and lets herself out, closing the door behind her.

You struggle back into your clothes and collapse onto your bed in exhaustion. You fall asleep quickly, but a short while later, you are disturbed by an insistent knocking on the door.