the sex show

A few weeks into cleaning the house with a plug in my was starting to make me hornier than before. I guess the constant stretching of my orafice was rushing all the blood to my . I started picturing strangers fucking me. One day, on my weekly monatonous trip to the grocery store I decided to put the plug in my . At the grocery store I caught myself several times openly displaying my through my jeans; on one occasion I caught an older gentleman watching me. I couldn't tell what he saw, but I could tell what he was thinking by the way he was holding his banana. I continued shopping, with the more looming question of who was thinking about fucking me. Everytime I walked down an aisle with a man I would pick up my breasts, like I was presenting myself to him. when The man saw me he would immediately look from the floor to my breasts, rest a second, and then look into my eyes. It was awkward at times, but I found myself enjoying it and getting much better at it the more it happened. I could only imagine what my faced looked like, parading myself while feeling total petrusion of my and feeling my pulsating around it when the man's eyes would rest of my breasts. I would imagine my breasts bare and their hardening cock pertruding from their pants. I felt that one of the men knew this. He held my gaze longer than the rest, with an intense sexuality that almost overwhelmed me. I felt my lips part as I realized his intention, I began to speak but he put a finger over my lips. He stook his head and told me he would meet me in the bathroom