He laughed and then sat back down on the sofa, leaning back and spreading his arms and legs apart. "I expect you to clean this by hand."

I bit my lip. "How?"

"Come here," he ordered.

I went to him.

"Kneel."

I raised my eyebrows but I obeyed, kneeling between his wide-open legs. I was looking up into his eyes, but I was well aware of the bulging shorts in front of me, as well as the wet spot I had left on him.

"Clean up your mess," he said.

"How?" I whispered.

"You left your pussy juice on me," he said. "If you spilled juice on your hand, what...