Drink the milk, just like a good cat

"I will ... I will clean."

"With your cloak?"

“No… with… with my tongue. I'm going to lick it”.

“Hahaha, and I took you for an innocent boy. What kind of cheeky bitch did I get into, Koby? This is not very noble of you".

“I was not born in the nobility. Anyway, can you get out of there? I need to clean…”

“Do it while I'm here. Enjoy and clean my cock and balls. You got them dirty, too.”

You put your hands on your hips and blushed.

It wasn't long before you were on your knees and legs spread again in front of Rick. Like a kitten, you stuck out your pink tongue and started licking the hot sperm from the edge of the chair. The thick trail led to the ground, and on the other side, to Rick's balls.

The salty, delicious taste spread over your tongue. It was difficult to grab everything with your tongue, but with the help of a finger you could enjoy yourself well enough.

"Need some help?" Rick asked. He grabbed his giant, flaccid cock and brushed his head on the sperm on the chair, and then it came into your mouth. You sucked, took advantage and cleaned the outside and inside of the skin of Rick's penis. Then you sipped with your lips only. The excess that could not be licked, you wiped on your finger and then sucked it.

Sometimes you and Rick would look each other in the eye, but it was always shameful for you. Rick put the balls in your mouth and they arrived as intruders, but they were soon welcomed by your gentle lips and skillful tongue. You have boldly cleaned up all the pubic hair and the cum stuck there.

You couldn't believe you were drinking the semen that had just come in and washed your sphincter. Now it was spread out over the chair, the floor, and the soft dick in front of you. The semen balls you sucked carried that and more.

When the chair was sufficiently clean, you bend down and start licking the floor. You only stopped sucking the cum off the floor when there was nothing left to collect.

“Dirty bitch”, Rick said, now on his feet, tying the knots on his pants.

"It's not my fault that you have such a… such a good cum", you said, licking your lips. You could drink that all night. Surely you would replace the stew and porridge in the morning and in the afternoon with a bowl full of hot cum. Maybe if you give the cook and his assistant a daily blowjob... better not, or I'll end up being a whore, you concluded. I may even like it, but I don't want to live because of sex.