For every guy I pass on the street, I look down and peep at his crotch. I start to play a weird game in my head. Is he packing? I begin to draw a mental image.
Is his schlong long? Thick? Short? Does he have a mushroomy head? Or is the head slim? Thoughts about the shape of his balls also cross my mind.
Is it low? Hanging? Does the skin wrap around the balls or does it pull tight when he’s about to come?
All these thoughts rush through my crazy mind with the supposedly innocent brain. I think i need to describe myself. I’ve got the prettiest big eyes you’ll ever see. Wide nose and pouty shaped lips. I always give off that innocent vibe. Its worse because I’m almost straight in figure.
Little breasts, a very tiny waist and slightly flared hips— non existent ass. All this supposed flaws doesn’t stop men from hitting on me back to back though. There’s a sultry quality in me that calls them like a siren.
Unfortunately, I’m like a fantasy. After the first fucks— the ones I truly wish to stay; will not. I rushed into my office, threw a quick glance at my post it note and got down to business. As the day wound down, I slowed down too.
I stare at the view in front of me. I’ve got one of the best views in the state. It’s basically a panorama spread out for me. I couldn’t help it; as usual, i was drawn to the view. I walk towards the picturesque floor to ceiling window and look out.
I found my hands going towards my pussy. Im about to masturbate. To the view. I raise my leg up and sunk three fingers into my already wet pussy; praying someone out there was watching me.
Quite unlikely though, my office is on the penthouse suite of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the district.
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