Worse than Audrey was expecting

Michael looked his childhood friend dead in the eye as he reached out and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Her cocky smirk wavered a little as he stretched it out and told her to hold them open with her leggings. Then he looked down.

Audrey's pussy was dark and a little puffy, with meaty labia that were bunched up a little in the cramped crotch of her underwear. She clearly took good care of her pubes; she had a tightly trimmed square bush, but the rest of what Michael could see was completely hairless.

While he was inspecting, she was getting impatient. She cleared her throat, "Whenever you like."

"I'm just thinking about what I want to put where," Michael explained.

Audrey grinned, "I'll bet you are. Sir."

Glancing up at her face again, Michael reached out for his carton of soured milk. As slowly as he could manage, he tilted the cardboard container until the milk started to dribble out onto her carefully tended mound. She flinched when the cold liquid hit her most sensitive skin, trailing down her flesh and in between her folds. It soaked into her cotton panties at first, but as Michael kept pouring it started to puddle up and eventually poured over the sides and down the insides of her leggings.

When the carton was empty, Michael put it back on the tray and told Audrey to turn around. She had **** but to oblige, and this time she pulled out both her leggings and her panties without being prompted. Michael took a moment to inspect the view back here as well. Audrey didn't have the biggest ass, but her cheeks were nicely toned. They weren't very tanned, though; the skin was so pasty white that the little dark hairs stood out clearly.

Then he tipped his tray into his friend's panties, watching the goopy, lukewarm instant eggs and chunky applesauce splatter against the small of her back and ooze down her pale butt. Globs of it clung to the short hairs as the slime coated her cheeks, piling up in the little bowl formed by her panties, her cheeks, and her crack.

"There you go," Michael said, pulling Audrey's hand away so that her waistline snapped back hard against her sticky skin. There was a sagging, deeply unflattering lump in her leggings now, and an audible squishing sound as she waddled away with their trays, dripping a trail of milk and grease out of her pants legs with each step.

When she came back, she tried to stand next to her seat as she waiting for the bell to ring, but Michael insisted she sit down just so he could see the disgust in her eyes as her own body weight **** the food into and around her butt.

Michael chuckled to himself.

"It's gonna be a very fun day!"