Something about taken/married men I just don’t fuck with physically. Mentally, perhaps. I genuinely enjoy making men lust for me, I love knowing I can make a man stiff with just my flirty smile and perky nips that are barely poking out. You could say I know what I’m doing, even if you think it’s nonchalant. A confession; I don’t always get ready, I stay in casual baggy clothes. For comfy reasons. Occasionally, if I’m in the mood I’ll get ready.
This particular day, I got all dolled up. Wearing a light green top with no bra, and white leggings that’s gave a nice looking camel toe. Pulling my leggings high as possible, no panties making sure my ass ate it up. I decided to hit The Block, in Orange. The moment I arrived to the plaza I felt eyes on me. My chest. I have big juicy tits, that will jiggle as I walk. Nipples stiff. Hiding behind sunglasses makes me slightly more comfortable.