You smile and sternly say, "you make the mess, you clean it up." I lean over and lick the gooey sweet mixture from your breast, making a quick kiss on your hard nipple. A blob of the top of my cone falls onto your thigh. You sigh, take my cone and coo, "such a messy boy." You widen the space between your legs, and with your free hand you guide my head down towards your lap. "I expect every single drop licked up." .....