I'm wet.

Never in my wildest dreams did I expect to see a large hard rod poking me.

I say rod because Arthur's dick was poking me because Arthur was aroused.

My saliva was immediately forced down my throat, and I had to blink several times before agreeing to take a step back. "Your... your stuff." While stuttering, I whispered.

Arthur promptly nods his head, his finger buried deep in his crew cut hair. "I can tell it's my stuff." He just blurted it out.

I also find myself quickly nodding my head because I'm embarrassed.

My cheek became flushed.

I can't imagine how Arthur is feeling right now because he appeared more than embarrassed. "Aren't you going to clean up the mess?" He asked, his brows arched, staring at me.

I suddenly felt extremely hot inside the room, as if the hotel room's air conditioner had been turned off by an imaginary individual.

I stretch my hands towards my face, pretending that my hand was made of an invisible fan.

I had no idea why the room felt so hot.

"Pumpkin. Are you