Jaycee was running around on a Friday night through a crowded shopping plaza turning every head there on her. The raven haired beauty was adorning a pair of sneakers with white socks, and both hands affixed to her clam as her arms desperately tried to cover her bared bountiful bust. Her rear end swayed and bumped with every step she took, mesmerizing all who gazed upon the jiggly, juicy, flesh. And she thought being in a restaurant with just her panties on show was somewhat embarrassing, this moment was far worse. She was living the worst moment in her entire life, while others were enjoying her **** humiliation.
Having to streak home was just mortifying. And worse her crotch kept demanding to be petted. Especially when a handsome man whistled then winked at Jaycee, causing a wave of arousal to fill her entire body. Her knees wanted to give out, but her mind willed her to keep going till she was safe in her apartment and wearing more than her tiny palms desperately trying to shield her frontal intimates.
Jaycee whimpered as she checked her surroundings. Home was closer now, but still a good few miles of trekking in her sneakers on one of the busiest nights. Her ex was nearby, and although things were mutual, she hadn't seen them since they had broken up. But it was at least less than a mile from her home.
Jaycee pondered stepping in place to keep her adrenaline going, as a boy rode past her on his skateboard, slamming his palm as hard as he could upon her pale peach leaving a red hand print stamped to her left cheek. Looking down, the **** had brought her breasts out of their arm confinements as Jaycee let out an exhausted grunt and readjusted to hide her nipples making her choice finally.
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