When a girl hasn't yet decided whether to spit or swallow prior to climax and ends up with some sort of messy hybrid. She immediately has second thoughts about the rest of whats in her mouth and staggers wide-eyed, jaw extended, arms flapping around the room looking for someplace to spit.
Cheryl is orally talented, but doesn't exactly have a taste for the homebrew "protein shake". One night as Larry came to fruition, she got a little in her mouth. She looked like a frightened pelican as she ran around the room, arms flailing, and chin extended looking for somewhere to spit.