It was a strange thing when Jeremiah moved her hands to the tip of his cock and instead ran his hands over it until he was groaning out and coming over her slender fingers. As she looked down, they were covered in the milky colored liquid. It was warm and slightly sticky. What was she supposed to do? Hide her hands until she could get into the restroom and wash off.
"I dont have anything to clean my hands with Jeremiah." She said as she glance up at him like he would have the answer to what to do since he was the one who had cupped her hands before him.