Winner #56 - Futa Pro! (Patreon)
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She watched him pace and gently lean against traffic poles and fire hydrants; she watched him pretend to get a text so that he turned around, busily hurrying coincidentally back towards her alley. She watched him steal a glance at her just for a moment, just long enough before his eyes shifted elsewhere, and she watched his eye widen in panic for just that moment as they made eye contact, her gaze unwavering.
She watched him walk past, then amble back into view, looking at his phone and not at her, looking down at his phone and not at her, looking past his phone and not at her. She watched him shift his way of standing to hide an increasingly visible erection. To attempt to hide it, he did.
They were maybe a car's length apart, now, only in terms of depth, from the sidewalk to where she was leaning casually against the wall in the alley, presenting herself, but no cars seperated them. Nothing did but a bit of distance - a few paces, and he could be in conversation distance. A few paces more, and he could feel her breath. A half-pace, and...
She considered speaking to him. Reassuring him. Teasing him. Taunting him. Asking him if he was lost, or asking him if he'd found what he was looking for. She considered saying something blunt, giving him prices or asking him what he wanted to do with her, or even blunter, inviting him to come over so they could fuck. She considered calling him "cherry boy". But instead, she watched him, and waited.
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