The janitor, who needs her panties

As she exited the restroom, face still covered in cockslime, Chloe ran into a janitor mopping the town hall hallway. Someone must have made a mess. He looked at her in surprise, taking in her disheveled appearance.

"Oh, honey, let me get you a wet wipe for that," he said kindly, reaching for his cart. But after a moment of rummaging, he came up empty-handed. "Huh, I could have sworn I had some..."

She could see him thinking for a moment. Suddenly, the man's hand shot out, groping Chloe's ass through her skirt. She yelped in surprise, but didn't pull away as his hand slid under the fabric, squeezing her cheeks thoroughly. Their bodies met in a weird embrace.

"You know, your panties seem to have enough fabric to wipe your face clean," he mused, his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear. "Why don't you slip out of them for me?"