“This time, I do have to clean up.” I wish I didn’t. I wish I was in his bed, that he was the one forced to handle cleanup, but I’m alone. Which blows because “I got cum all over my bed, and it’s just a full, so unless I want to wallow in it, I’m going to have to change sheets. Or, just get a new blanket. My mom has a linen clo––” My eyes widen. “What?” He raises his eyebrows. “You think she heard you?” “Maybe,” I whisper.
