Wherever the wind takes her.

Drooling over her obscene photographs of that babelicious barista, Vanessa silently and vehemently thanks the universe for her new wand's sexy effects. Sticking her phone back inside her purse but ready to draw it at a moments notice, she chugs the remainder of the lukewarm coffee and ventures to where she knows other sexy guys can be found: The aerobics park.

But, on the walk over, Vanessa figures she ought to put this wand to another test, just to be certain. Scanning around a busy street corner for her next target, she soon finds an extremely handsome hunk moving several items by himself, getting no help from the numerous women checking him out. Perfect. The lusty lady points her new best friend at the unsuspecting man, biting her lip in unbridled excitement as the wand works its magic.

And she strikes gold. The guy that Vanessa picked for stripping has an amazing bod, an adorable blush, and a thick, veiny shaft.

Vanessa—and all the other lucky ladies on the sidewalk—simply marvel and gawk at this snack's delicious 'snack' dangling free to the world while they pull out their phones. Laughter, wolf-whistles and catcalls fill the air as that poor guy struggles to cover his privates from the cameras and girls pointing his way; his hands are full, and he's a stuttering, embarrassed mess before those rapid camera flashes.

Vanessa herself snaps at least five photos of his juicy, pendulous cock, and then six of his taut ass as he flees the laughing mob— face beet-red.

When she checks her camera roll, our pervy heroine can't help but smile, thinking: What a glorious diversion. Without a qualm in her licentious mind, Vanessa struts into the park, clutching her magic wand in scarcely contained excitement. She starts undressing the exercising boys here with her eyes—no need for magic yet!—drinking in the sight of their tight shirts, tiny pants, and the bulges those sexy men's garments displayed.

Shorter guys with gloriously thicc asses, dark hunks with dreamy eyes, tall snacks with perfect pecs— there are so many hotties stretching and sweating before her it makes her head spin… and she's far from the only woman ogling them. As Vanessa considers these hunks' impending nudity, she remembers: It wasn't a question of who to strip naked, it was a question of where to start.