Christie pops your anal cherry

"I think you already know quite enough about the babe," you interject in one final attempt at defiance.

"No I haven't," Penny snorts indignantly, "can you not get off to naked girls anymore because you're in the same boat?"

You blush and look down, refusing to answer after several seconds of stuttering. Penny comes over to you and rubs your spunk in your hair, darting an approving glance to Christie.

Christie sticks a moist muscle straight into your anus, and you gasp as it wiggles around in circles, occasionally darting in and out as Christie motorboats your buttcheeks.

"If you had those Bob the Builder underpants on," Penny reminds you, "your bum would be safe from Christie."

Recollecting this shame, your member is now at full mast, your muscles bobbing it up and down as Christie keeps going, reaching almost a half an inch into your rectum. You start spasming in pleasure as Penny is wise enough to get back out of the way before you shoot yet another load onto the computer screen.

This one is light, clear, and runny. The girls already know that this means you're well and finished with the cumming for the day, but they're not necessarily done.

"Bloody good show," Christie stands up and walks in front of you, her blue tank top and mid-thigh shorts framing her figure and unbashful aesthetic and forming a counterweight to Penny's nominal prudery, "you wipe well, but let's get going."

You blush at the compliment of your hygiene, before turning around as the girls lead you out of the room.