An ENF Slop

Down on her knees, Hiroshi was releasing piss before he knew it. The area of the sex officer uniform around the body he was in left Misao's (ass and) twat exposed. The urine splashed directly on the women's room floor. Only the latex on her legs kept them from becoming wet. Hiroshi felt humiliated.

As if being **** to eat a woman's pussy in there wasn't humiliating enough!

At least he could tell himself that it was part of the job of a sex officer.

Gina threw the slop's head away. "Okay, I'm done!"

"Here!" her friend said, handing her the kind of sanitary wipe used in Kumon to clean up the messes of sex. "You'll have to clean yourself along the way."

They left, giving no more thought to the slop they'd used.

Hiroshi was slow to lift her body up. (Her big boobs, on a small frame, still jiggled.) She remembered she had sanitary wipes in the pouch on the back of her belt. But it was too big of an effort to bring it around, open it up, and take it out. Instead, she took the paper towels from the dispenser by the sink and just used them to dry the piss that remained on her.

She had just about done this when she remembered the reason she came in here was to clean the slop out of her slop's twat.

Sighing, she headed for a stall.

That's when she noticed a pale, lolita goth girl staring at him, Misao, the slop.

Just staring.

Hiroshi hurried into the nearest stall and slammed the door shut.

It didn't lock.

There was no lock.

The goth girl opened the door. And kept it open.

And stared.