“Oh and by the way Ash,” Glen comments absently, “I think a sick bird shat on the hood of your car.”

“What?” Ashley and I query simultaneously.

We walk to the front of the car and I notice the creamy opaque splatter of my cum dripping contrastingly along the shiny black paint of the hood. Ashley laughs so hard she falls over.

“Hahaha a sick bird.” She slaps my ass again as I head towards the house, a pair of handprints glowing bright on my cheeks like wings.