The symbol in her eyes told her she was only half-way through the contents of the vat, she now found she could stand and make her laboured attempts to continue lapping up the lukewarm cum. She had no way of telling the passage of time, until she reckoned she had three-quarters of the contents imbibed. She cried in tired frustration as her weak legs gave out, she lay in the remaining puddle of liquid, mindlessly lapping up the dregs of the semen as her tired body tried to recharge itself with sleep.