In the privacy of my bedroom, I sit on the cool hardwood floor. My bare skin tingles against the smooth surface, except for my glasses, perched precariously on the bridge of my nose. The familiar rush of pleasure courses through me as I release a heavy load of cum onto the polished wood, leaving a sticky mess in its wake. Now, the question lingers in the air: who will take care of this intimate clean-up? Will it be me, or someone else who desires to join in on this erotic moment?