You let out a muffled cry through Ralph’s grip on your throat, and without a hand touching it, your cock shot rope after rope of creamy white cum onto my recently cleaned window. At the same time, Ralph unloaded himself into your ass with a growl.
He held you for a moment, his possession, fulfilling its purpose, and then pulled out of you, pushing you into a crouch so his cum leaked from his ass into your pants, still around your ankles, and pressed your face into the glass, covering it in your own cum..
“Lick up the rest.”
And you licked your own cum, letting everyone outside see you, filled with cum from me and Ralph at both ends, now eating up your own.
“Pull up your cum-filled pants and don’t clean your face before you get home.”
You – of course – did as you were told.