I watched as she reached out and delicately touched my half-hard cock. It was messy, and where she touched me she drew her finger away, with a combination of our juices, stretching like a string between us.

"You sure made a mess," she teased.

"Why don't you clean me up?" I told her.

"I'm comfortable, I don't want to get up right now." She pouted.

"You don't have to get up," I told her pushing her head toward my crotch.

"Oh, gross," she said, turning away.

"My cum grosses you out? You've had no problem with it before," I told her.

"It's not just that, it's the whole mess." She...