I lean forward, letting my tits spill out of this red top, the cool air of the supermarket nipping at my exposed flesh. The cardigan is just for show, barely covering anything. I know he’s watching, his eyes glued to my cleavage, and I fucking love it. This is my game, my power. I’m the one in control, teasing him with every breath, every shift of my hips. He wants me to tease him? Well, I’m giving him a show he won’t forget.
Exposing My Tits in Public: His Eyes Are Glued
The shelves are lined with canned goods, but all I see is his hungry gaze. I can almost feel his hands on me, but I know better. He’s just a beta, a cuck watching from afar. My nipples harden under the thin fabric, and I smirk, knowing he can see the outline. This is what he gets for being a good little boy—watching me, wanting me, but never having me. I’m his hotwife, his fantasy, and I’m flaunting it right here in the supermarket. He can stare all he wants, but he knows he’ll never touch. That’s the thrill, the tease, the power I hold over him.
