Pants cleaning

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

"But my panties are stained too" said Bob and pulled down his pants.

Christy was now on her knees and a few centimeters from her model face was the cum and sweat soaked sack of the fat brat. The odor hit her nose making her nose involuntarily clench.

Bob grabbed the back of her head and pressed 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 licking and sucking on the unwashed asshole's crotch even more vigorously.

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

Realizing that Mike might misunderstand the situation Christy moved away from the bag already soaked with her saliva as well.

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 cummed in his pants from being around Christy, no wonder for such an ugly virgin."