Cum Clean Up Is A Game For Two.

Cum Clean Up Is Just A Must After A Messy Night

I opened the door, nervous, and didn’t know what to expect, and I had to do some cum clean up fast. I had been so drunk last night that I might have messed up more than my new year dick plans. My Drunk slutty ass went to the wrong house when I came home, snuck in, slid into bed, and woke my neighbor up, demanding that he fuck me, which he did. All the while, I assumed he was someone else, and then I’ve been in my own house. And now I was walking into my home and on my tiptoes, trying to be as silent as a mouse. I didn’t make it far before the floorboard creaked underneath my feet. The movement came from my bedroom, and the door opened, and there he stood looking at me, still naked, still yummy, but he seemed so mad.

I tried to cover up my body with the items in my clothing that had made my escape from the neighbor’s house and nothing but a long-sleeved button-up. I’m sure of his no panties, no bra, no shoes. I quickly pleaded my case and told him I was so sorry. I can’t believe I was that drunk. Now I had old man cum clean up I needed to do.  He approached me, towering over me with his 6-foot frame. He lifted and cradled me in his arms, carrying me across the room.

Cum Clean Up Is A Gift To Be Shared.

I apologized over and over again. He just looked at me, eyes focused. I couldn’t tell by the clenching of his jaw if he was fighting back a smile. Or was so mad that he couldn’t even speak to me? I wasn’t scared. I didn’t think that he was about to hurt me, but he was being weird. He could at least yell at me. I deserve to be yelled at, but it was a bad thing I’ve done.

He laid me on the kitchen island, and only then did I slightly recognize the look in his eyes. I didn’t dare ask him what he was doing. He laid me down gently, and his eyes had a sex hunger in them. I would happily take my punishment in this form. He undid the few buttons of the shirt and flipped it open, exposing my body. Then he said.” Save your bullshit. Apologies, I heard you; you have cum clean up to do.” Then he spread my legs, taking my ankles in each of his hands and looking down at me. “Your old neighbor’s cum has filled your pussy and is going to make a mess,” he said.

Something about the way he said it seemed wrong. Maybe it was just unfamiliar, but the next thing I knew, he was holding me up by my ass cheeks in his hands, and his tongue started to cover my pussy lips in a way they had never done before. I moaned for him and cried out. I had no choice.

My Naughty Little Cum Eater.

I cannot believe this is happening; it felt almost wrong, but it was so good at the same time. The thought of him licking me and doing my cum clean up with his mouth. I knew there was so much cum I could feel it. He licked and sucked away at my pussy, cleaning my pussy of all that cum.

Like he had been starving, like it had been the best gift, I could’ve walked in the door with. It had been only an hour at most since my 70-year-old neighbor had shot me full of his hot, steamy cum. And I wasn’t even in trouble. He was loving it, licking and sucking it out of me. Maybe he had given signals; he did always like me to kiss him hard and deep after he filled my mouth with his cum. Perhaps he loves the taste of it. This is something new. I was learning about him. Something new I was learning about myself, or maybe my freedom sexually was just being opened.

My head shot back, and my back arched from where I was in the kitchen on top of the island. I could see out my kitchen window when I looked, staring back at me, watching me get my cum cleanup job with my neighbor George. He was watching from the window, and he was stroking himself. I squinted my eyes and tried to see him even more clearly. Was he wearing my bra and my panties?

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