Pants cleaning(r)

Christy knelt in front of the nasty asshole, her huge tits pressed against his legs. His cock rose again in anticipation. Stretching her lips as far forward as she could, Christy pressed her swollen, pillow-like lips against his cum-covered piss hole and began to suck on it through his pants. Bob grabbed the back of her head and pushed her hips forward, feeling her plump lips fully pressed against the head of his dick. Christy began to suck on his head, cleaning his pants which were still soaked with cum, it tasted just disgusting, thick, bitter. After a few minutes Christy decided that she had completed the task imposed by the greasy iron and released Bob's mushroom from the embrace of her mouth, moving away with a sense of accomplishment.

"But my panties are stained too," Bob said, pulling down his pants.

Christy was now on her knees and a few inches from her model face was the fat brat's semen and sweat soaked sack. The stench hit her nose and made her nose involuntarily clench.

Bob grabbed the back of her head and pushed her into his briefs. Christy's angelic face was smeared in Bob's mixture, the bitter-salty taste giving her the motivation to finish quickly, so she began to lick and suck the unwashed asshole's crotch even more vigorously.

Bob was about to cum when they were interrupted by a knock at the booth. Mike, who had been waiting for almost an hour, decided to check out why they were taking so long to "rehearse" the scene.

Realizing that Mike might misunderstand the situation, Christy moved away from the bag, which was also soaked with her saliva.

Her makeup was ruined and around her mouth was a slurry of Bob's cum and sweat.

They got out of the stall and Mike noticed that Bob had some kind of wet spot on his pants.

"Huh, I guess the fat fucker came in his pants from being around Christy, no wonder for such an ugly virgin."