We can't bring you anywhere, can we?

Laylah was on the ground, her naked ass and pussy pointed at the shocked crowd behind her. She looked up with crooked glasses at David and the tip of his cock touched her lips. During her fall, Laylah had grabbed David's old jeans and the force of her fall ripped them completely in half, peeling the naked young man like a banana out of his only means of modesty.

Laylah crossed her eyes to look at the dick currently touching her mouth and she backed up and spit "Ptoo! Blugh! David! What the heck man, gross! W-Woah!"

Laylah fell back onto her butt, her knees bowed out and her pussy now on display.

Suddenly, Fatima to the rescue! He painted costume was partially gone from breaking her way through the crowd and she bent down to grab her naked friend under her armpits.

"Laylah, c'mon we need to get... out... hngh of here... now!" Fatima strained, her frail physique not enough to lift Laylah up.

"AH!" Fatima cried out as her grip slipped and she was sent stumbling backwards, falling...

right into the tub full of apples and water.

"Fatima!" David called out, not caring about his nudity as he ran to help Fatima out of the tank.

"Oh my gawd!" Laylah said and she scrambled to the tub as well.

The two of them grabbed their friend and hoisted her out of the tub. All of their hard work was now for naught, Fatima's painted costume was washed away completely, and how David and Laylah were holding her, the poor girls legs were wide apart, her freshly-shaved pussy on display to everyone.

The crowd busted out laughing. Everyone cheered and jeered at the three naked dopes dripping wet from the worst rescue operation in history.