Blowjob, of course.

Lifting your ass up, you clumsily pull your sweatpants down so that your naked dick flops out directly against Sarah's face.

Having not washed earlier, the smell of Kristi's dried spit and your old jizz fill the room with a musky, post-blowjob smell.

Not bad for you, smells like victory.

Unfortunately for Sarah, you have both of your hands on the back of her head, with her nose pressed against the side of your shaft and deep into your gross balls.

It wasn't that long ago that Kristi had her mouth at the base of your shaft, phelgm and spit oozing out of her throat and coating your testicles. The dirty muskiness of your ballsack fills Sarah's mouth and nostrils.

"MMMMmmmmmmffffffff!" Sarah tries to say something, but you keep her mouth pressed hard against your smelly junk to keep her quiet. Slowly, your dick is getting harder.

Sarah's hands go from her lap, to your knees, to your arms, back to her lap, finding no comfortable place to rest. Her two beautiful blue eyes stare at you with what appears to be disgust.

"Hey, not my fault, you didn't even offer me a shower lady. Bad Manners" you say out loud.