Deandre plays along

Deandre blushes furiously and giggles as she holds the black bikini, her eyes full of merriment and excitement.

"I just couldn't....not like you did...you're so naughty Irina! Isn't she naughty Coach Watts?"

"It is not naughty, to want a man's opinion of whether it is pretty or not," Irina says, her eyes flickering and flirting. "We are washing the cars of men, and to have them donate more we should look pretty for them. I think the black will look pretty on you, with your blonde hair, but Coach Watts is the expert, let him judge."

Deandre giggles and blushes, looking at you with wide eyes as Irina speaks. You smile at her lazily, curious to see if she'll follow the Russian girl's lead and strip in front of you.

"Deandre, do not be the silly girl," Irina insists, helping the blonde remove her jacket and tossing it onto the couch. "How can Coach Watts give you the opinion if he does not see you wear the bikini." She starts to unbutton Deandre's shirt, grinning at you as she works.

"It feels so bad," Deandre says, her protests having no sense of sincerity as she squirms. "I'm not brave like you, Coach Watts will think I'm terrible."

"No, that is not the truth. Did you think I was terrible when I showed you my bikini Coach Watts? There, he did not. He will give you the opinion Deandre. A man's opinion." She tugs the blonde's skirt down, letting it fall to the floor, then taking off her top and tossing it onto the couch. Deandre giggles and blushes deeper, wriggling in front of you clad in a pretty pale yellow bra and panty set. Her tits are riper than the Russian girls, spilling over the top of the lacy fabric, wobbling deliciously as she moves.

Deandre gives a giggling squeak as Irina unclasps her bra and pulls it off, her pale flesh jiggling, her brown nipples hard and pebbled. She cups them, looking at you with bashful eyes, then squeaks again as Irina tugs her panties down.

"You are such a bad girl!" the blonde giggles. "Coach Watts can see everything!" Her pussy is neatly waxed, with not a trace of fur decorating her mound. Her labia are puffy and distended, providing evidence of her excitement as she stares at you. Your cock is throbbing, wanting to be set free to explore the two little fuck bunnies cavorting in front of you, but you restrain yourself, wanting to see how far they're going to take this on their own.