Cumming In My Pants In The Shop free porn video

These events occurred many many years ago, so I’ve had to use my imagination to fill the gaps, with maybe a bit of embellishment too.....

Some people would say it’s bad enough cumming in your pants just looking at photos – which is what happens to me all the time – but doing it before you’ve even bought the mag? Pathetic! My only regret is the only girl I was able to tell, that Her cover photo made me pants-spunk standing in the shop in my dirty mac, was Miss Danica.

The first time was back in the 80s, and the last time late 90s – I haven’t bought mags since then, cause they got too explicit, and I avoid mag shops now because I don’t want to get back into the spiral of buying every mag I see and ending up bankrupt. It’s also the case that nowadays pants-spunking is nothing like as easy as it was.

Miss Pauline Hickey



I think Miss Pauline was the first to make me. A lot of the time I was in a dirty bookshop, where girls on the cover could be topless, which they couldn’t any more in newsagents. But when it was a girl I was currently obsessed with, as I was with Miss Pauline, then I didn’t need Her cover photo to be topless, as it turned out.

Miss Pauline appeared on the scene alongside the other big-tit models in the Aunty Jayne era – Miss Donna Ambrose (Miss Danica Collins), Miss Debby Jordan, Miss Judy Conway, and quite a few others. What was special about Miss Pauline (they were ALL special of course) was Her young image, beautiful face, long blonde hair, lovely figure and the outfits She wore, and of course, lovely, lovely big tits.

I saw Her in quite a few videos later, and it wasn’t that She was innocent, it’s just She had a way about Her, like She didn’t mind who saw Her topless or nude. I remember very well the first time I saw Her in a mag. I was parked up, a few minutes after buying it, in a not too public place, but when I turned the page and saw Her for the very first time, I just forgot where I was and became mesmerised.

It was maybe a couple of pictures, and at that stage She was posing in a dress just showing Her cleavage, and with a lot of noise and oblivious to whoever might be walking by, She made me spunk my pants in joyful convulsive perv ecstasy. Following that of course, I had to get every picture She’d done.

With several mags featuring Her added to my vast collection over the next few weeks, She was making me spunk into my pants 2 or 3 times a week, and in between I was going into my favourite newsagents and dirty bookshops up and down the country to buy yet more mags.

When a girl is making you cum in your pants like that, you are just crazy about Her. Every time you see Her, you know what She’s got in store for you – exquisite perv ecstasy and wet pants. As a girl-worshipper, that’s what I loved the most (in the days before worship-in-person). So imagine the state I get into when I go in one of my shops and there’s a mag with Her name on the cover, so you know She’s inside and then it’s a desperate panic to get it to the counter and buy it, and rush back to my van for ogling, pants-spunking heaven.

Then imagine you go into the shop, pick up the first few mags and then, there She is, on the cover. Nearly topless – just a little star not quite covering Her nipples. Normally I’d put the mag under my arm, hastily complete my purchases and get back to my van for a perving pants-spunking session. But this time I just look at Her photo. I’m erect as soon as I see the top shelf and start selecting mags, and now that erection is pulsating dangerously as I ogled Her pic close up and whisper Her name.

I’m past the point of no return in seconds and all I can do is stare at Her pic, the pulsations getting stronger and a damp patch appearing at the tip of the bulge in my trousers. I speak to Her photo, telling Her She is a Goddess, telling Her how much She’s making me spunk my pants just looking at Her pics, and the stream of pre-cum turns into a pumping ejaculation, making me stumble as the convulsions threaten to tip me over.

I’m still quivering all over and feeling very wet in my pants as I stagger to the counter, and knowing looks from the lady serving, and make my purchase. I worshipped Miss Pauline from the very first moment I saw Her, but now I worship Her even more – a moment I will never ever forget.


I can’t remember the exact order of the covers that made me orgasm standing in the shop in my mac, and because I bought a lot of mags second-hand from the exchange bookshops, that’s no guide, so I’ll take them in the order they appear in my ‘Girls who made me pants-spunk in the shop’ gallery.

Miss Louise Leeds




Miss Louise was a blonde Goddess with big tits, who posed in such a way that I’d go into a trance and manage may one or two photos before She made me pump my pants full of cum. I remember being parked on the street, and opening a mag and there She is in a green dress, open at the front, and squashing Her big bare tits with Her usual expression of ‘gawp at that you sad wankers’.

As usual, that’s what I did, helpless to take my eyes off or remove the mag from view if someone came along. And this time they did, two girls stopped outside my window and shrieked with laughter as they saw this perv in his mac, sweaty and furtive on a hot day with his windows wound up, quivering all over and moaning pitifully as Miss Louise made him spurt spunk into his pants for several minutes. “What a wanker!” I heard the girls say, as they laughed and laughed in mocking derision.

Miss Louise did lots and lots of pics and I was having to resurrect many many pairs of crusty spunk-stained underpants as a result. It was when I saw Her on the cover of a German mag in Miss Debbie’s Aphrodite bookshop that I flipped, picked it up in disbelief, and started chanting something like “oh Miss oh Miss on Miss”. I always chanted when I knew a girl was going to make me spunk my pants, can’t remember exactly what on that occasion.

You never had a crowd in that shop but I can’t remember if there was anyone else in there, but Miss Debbie was at Her counter and despite that all I could do was ogle Miss Louise’ pic close up, feeling that special feeling in my tip that I know so well. I wait as it grows and grows, not able to touch but no need to, I know She’s going to make me and as I talk lovingly to Her, telling Her She’s a spunk queen and a wanker’s dream, and “I’m a wanker Miss Louise”, the pumping starts, making me nod forward in time to the shots, stifling my moans with pretend coughs. I don’t think there’s any way Miss Debbie didn’t hear me, but I’d been in Her shop so many times She knew what I was for sure.

I can’t remember if it was before that or after that that Miss Debbie was wearing a short skirt – for the first and last time – and sitting on a stool behind the Her counter, and when I saw Her, She made me spunk my pants.

I’m still dazed as I pay for the mags and stagger out the door, and over the next few days Her spread in that mag makes me spunk my pants, page by page, and a week or so later I’m in my wank-room with the mag spread and knobby placed on top, just waiting, till She makes me spurt spunk in the air to land on Her pics and stain them, giving me a permanent record of my worship of Her that I’ll enjoy for years and years.

Miss Michelle Monaghan


Any wanker must know Miss Michelle Monaghan, aka Miss Michelle Bond. Her posing, and Her smile as She poses, is just mesmerising. Her big, big tits have launched dozens, even hundreds of shots of spunk from my tip, a lot of it going into my underpants. She migrated to the Internet from magazines, and I emailed Her once to ask for more pics, which She was happy to send me, but in those days I’d no idea what PayPal was and I missed the opportunity. At least I indicated to Her what happened when I looked at Her pics.

So I’ve found Her in magazines and I’m going through the first stages of pants-spunk worship, loving the fact that every time I turn the page and there She is in all Her bosomy glory, my pants will soon be full of cum. I’m in one of my newsagents and go up to the top shelf and there She is on the cover of Score magazine, in a bulging bikini top, Her hands either side of Her lovely big breasts.

I gasp “oh Miss!” because when you’re in the middle of weekly pants-spunk worship of a Goddess that’s been going on for weeks and weeks, the loveliest thing is finding a new mag with Her in it, and not just in it, but on the cover. The mag rack is partially out of sight of the counter in this newsagents in Northampton, and I ease my stiffening knob upright in my pants and trousers using the holes in my pockets, and in great joy and anticipation, ogle Her pic close up, talking to Her in my pathetic pervy way – “Wanker loves you Miss Michelle, Miss big tits beautiful Miss Michelle, you make me wet my pants, ohhh, over and over!” – stuff like that.

I only have to talk to Her for a minute or so and strong pulsations force several big gobs of spunk out my tip and into my pants while my knees give way and I groan under my breath. It’s ecstasy when a girl makes me pants-spunk, the gradual but inexorable rise of the spunk from the base of my knob, up my tube, while I helplessly gawp at the Goddess who’s making that happen. There’s an absolute certainty that when I look at a girl posing, She will make me cum in my pants, but I still can’t quite believe it’s happening, specially not in the shop before I’ve even bought the mag.

Miss Lisa Phillips


I remember the very first time I saw Miss Lisa too, in the Sport newspaper. She was perfect, a big tit Goddess, who knew just how to pose with very big tits. She then appeared in so many mags, not just the English ones I bought like Peaches, Amazons and 50+, but in continental mags too, which I found in the exchange bookshops. Her posing was unbelievable, squashing Her big bare tits all the time and leaving me only a few seconds to catch my breath when I turned the page and saw Her before loud moans accompanied by vigorous head-nodding meant my pants were getting another soaking.

And it was a 50+ Extra that She was on the cover of which led to another very public pants-spunk, standing in whichever newsagents it was in my mac, a stack of dirty books under my arm. I seem to recall dropping them all on the floor as I grabbed Her mag and moaned out loud seeing Her, in a half-cup bra, Her arms either side of Her big tits and a quizzical look on Her face, as if to say ‘are you alright? Haven’t you seen a girl in a bra before, a girl with big tits just in Her bra, no I suppose you can’t have’.

I don’t think I even had time to get erect before my spunk-pump kicked in and had me nodding like a parrot on a perch as shot after shot of spunk went into my pants. The owners of the shop, a nice young Asian couple, always seemed to be on the counter if it’s the shop I think it was, and I love going up to Her with my big stack of dirty mags, retrieved from the floor after I subsided, and buying them all, feeling a mass of wetness in my pants, hidden by my trusty mac of course.

Miss Tracey West



Now Miss Tracey West is another Girlie-Goddess, early 20s I think, a slim brunette with a lovely figure and the loveliest big tits you can imagine. Her half-smile as She looks at the camera is enough to make me cry out in lust and desire, and I’ve no idea how many times She made me spunk my pants, or stain Her pics with cum – Her folder on my computer though has 100s of files, Her pics and videos from all my mags of Her that I could find. My pervy captions and cartoons and the spunk-stains on Her photos say it all.

As I recall, it was in one of the exchange bookshops, somewhere in London I think, and She was on the cover of Mayfair mag, of all places. That was a respectable mag, but even so She was topless on the cover, with just Her fingertips partially covering Her nipples. The thing about pants-spunk-causing photos is that I know immediately, and there’s no getting away from it, I’m captured, helpless, and I just have to ogle till the inevitable happens.

But in this shop, ogling the cover till She made me do it was not going to be easy. There were a couple of other pervs in there in their macs, and it was a long narrow shop with shelves of mags and then the counter, so not much cover. Fortunately Miss Tracey had instantly given me an erection so as I studied the cover, I pressed gently against the mag rack and in a few seconds big gushes of spunk were soaking into my pants while I trembled all over, pretending to clear my throat as She made me moan in ecstasy.

Miss Stacey Owen


Miss Stacey Owen is a premier wankstress and spunkstress, and She obviously loved posing. Her little smile as She relished exposing Her beautiful big tits had me entranced and had my underpants soaked in cum in a couple of minutes. I was in an exchange bookshop, or it might have been an ‘adult’ shop, and She was on the cover of a pocket-sized Peaches. She wasn’t exactly topless but She might just as well have been, as She had on a sort of see-through top and you could see Her nipples – you could see Her lovely lovely big tits and Her nipples.

My options in exchange bookshops and adult shops are more limited as they are often quiet and usually empty, but of course She immediately had me mesmerised, and then I tend to forget where I am. I was so nuts about Her, as always I’d seen Her for the first time not long ago and so She’d been making me spunk my pants over and over, so seeing Her on the cover was more than I could take. I can’t remember the precise order of events, I would certainly have talked to Her, telling Her about the fact I was a big wanker, how I worshipped Her and how many times She’d made me spunk my pants, and that’s what She did as I stood in the shop. Goddess.


Miss Debby Quorel


I have the loveliest dirty memories of Miss Debby Qorel, aka Miss Debby-Ann Trent. Not just the gawping disbelief when I first saw Her photos, but that time during one of my wank-orgies I had a column of 3 or 4 mags laid out, all within shooting range, and turning the mag under my knob to see Her, Her big tits bare. Chanting “spunk queen bare girl, spunk queen bare girl!” over and over, the stream of pre-cum, before ejaculation started, was like urinating, and extended out to the 4th mag in the column.

I also went to Her studio in Stoke on Trent, having seen it advertised in the Sport. I imagined She might be there, though I’d no idea what I’d do if She was. The fact that I’d mumble and shuffle my feet like an inadequate tosser would show Her I was a perv though, I’m sure. But She wasn’t there. Instead a lady was sitting behind a desk in the studio, and saw this dirty perv walk gingerly through the door, sweating in his mac on a warm day.

I don’t remember much about the conversation, and my fantasies since then about the visit have distorted the truth, no doubt. But I do know She gave me a ‘portfolio’ to look at, with the models who posed in the studio, including Miss Debby. I do know that I asked if there were any spare photos I could buy. I’m also sure I made the point, as I did every time I visited a studio, that I ‘couldn’t take photos’, and probably hinted at why – having never seen a girl pose before etc etc – and of course just wanted, or needed some photos please – again the implication being I was a wanker. Well She could tell that just by looking at me.

These words pass back and forth as I’m opening the portfolio, She’s saying sorry, She’s got no spare photos, and I’m looking at a pic of Miss Debby in the big book and She’s topless, giving a sexy look, and I guess it’s just the moment, where I am, there’s a lady there who knows I’m a pervert wanker in my dirty mac, and a stream of cum leaks into my pants – a full load of cum as I can tell after looking at my wet patch, but not a full-on ejaculation fortunately, as that would have been embarrassing.

So I’m in a second-hand bookshop and I see a Parade mag, not always the best for big-tit pics, and I’m thinking, ‘who’s that on the cover’. And yes it’s Her. In what I think is a negligee. Her straps are down and Her big, big tits are almost bare. She’s smiling a big smile and you can tell She KNOWS She’s a spunk queen, and spunk is what She makes me do, there and then, lots of it, right in my pants. My pants were a ‘soggy mess’ – I know because as soon as I got back to my van, I got out a bit of sticky and wrote on it, to stick next to Her photo on the cover.

I also see from the sticker that I was chanting “oh Miss Debbie, oh Miss Big Tits” as She made me spunk my pants. I wonder who was serving in that shop and whether they heard, or saw.

Miss Caroline Mooney



One of the loveliest big tit models ever was Miss Caroline. She wasn’t around for long but She was one of those girls that as soon as I saw Her, I was captured. What a figure. What lovely incredible big big tits. The way She looked at the camera when She posed. I could just look at Her, saying the most pathetic things and I could feel the sensations build in my tip, I didn’t have to do anything but just gawp, and up it cums, I feel it rising, trickles of pre-cum, squirming and moaning as She’s got me on the verge of ecstasy, the sensation growing, almost painful as I quiver, my buttocks trembling, eyes locked on Her and pitiful whimpers coming from me as I gawp and gawp at Her big tits, at Her posing, then the moaning turns to ecstasy as She makes me start to pump into my pants, pump after pump after pump, and I’m joyously fulfilled, worshipping a Goddess and wetting my pants.

So I’m in one of my shops, it will be an exchange shop as this is not a newsagents type of mag, it’s called ‘Big Look’, and heaven of heavens, She’s on the cover. Absolutely topless bare. Slim waist and big big tits. The shape, the size, Her look, and a powerful pumping below, nearly knocking me over. Goddess. Why did She disappear as soon as She’d arrived? Hey hoe.

Miss Maria Whittaker


Every wanker will know this fabulous Page 3 girl. She was in lots of magazines as well and She made me cum in my pants, parked up looking at Her pics minutes after buying the mag. There was one mag that was dedicated to Her – ‘Maria Whittaker, The Naked Truth’ – full of pics of the bosomy Goddess. It took me NINE goes to get through it, cause as soon as She’s made me spunk my pants I put the mag down and pick it up from there next time.

After pants-spunking just looking at Her photos, I go back to the mags in my wank room and spray the pics with spunk. Even then, after enjoying rubbing myself looking at the pics, I only have to plonk knobby on the page and look at Her, and the pre-cum dribbles over the photo and then the spunk-pump kicks in, spraying Her pics with spunk.

I was in one of my exchange bookshops and there’s a ‘Busen’ magazine, which is German. She’s not just on the cover but TOPLESS on the cover, and I’m rooted to the spot with the mag held up close to my face. I already know what’s going to happen – after all, She’s made me time after time before, often showing a lot less than this, even in a tight top She can make me spontaneously – and after pulsations and low whimpers under my breath, trickles of pre-cum soak into my pants before I bend nearly in half as She makes me pump and pump into my underpants in grateful perv ecstasy – and I haven’t even bought the mag yet!

Miss Lorna Morgan


One of the loveliest Spunkstresses ever, us wankers were lucky enough to see Her in magazines and then online, as She was one of the all-time Spunk Queens who straddled both mags and the Internet. She made me cum in my pants many times, sat in my van ogling in sheer disbelief as She smiled and squashed Her big bare tits. They didn’t even need to be bare for Her to make me either. When She was first online I went through the free samples on Her site, ogling each pic till She made me spunk my pants, one of the first online pants-spunks, the first of very very many.

And I think it was in one of my newsagents with a good top-shelf selection that I saw a copy of Voluptuous, one of the Score Group Big Tit mags, and as it was in a UK shop, no topless was allowed. That didn’t deter this pervert girl-worshipping wanker though. Miss Lorna is more than capable of inducing perv ecstasy and wet pants just wearing Her low-cut top, and that’s what She was wearing on the cover.

I’m not in view of the counter and the dirty mags are at the top of a big rack of mags and newspapers, so I’ve got a bit of privacy. It may have been on that occasion that two girls walked past as I’m standing ogling the top shelf mags in my rainmac, with several under my arm already, and I could hear them saying “fucking pervert!” as they saw me – just lovely.

Every pants-spunk is duly recorded on my mags by writing captions next to the photo that made me, and I put a bit of sticky on the cover when it’s that pic. So the bit of sticky on this cover tells me (it was years ago you see) that ‘Ohh Miss Lorna is too much for Wanker (that’s me). Twice last week She made me spunk my pants! So when I saw this mag in the shop She made me do it again!!’

Her top is bulging so much and She’s smiling so nice that a stream of cum just ran into my pants, pre-empting ejaculation, which happens to me some times, though the pervert ecstasy is just as intense. Then I have the joy of waddling up to the counter, my wet trousers slapping against my thighs under my mac, to pay for the mags, with the lady avoiding looking at me – me, the pervert who’s bought 100s if not 1000s of mags in Her shop.

Miss Lindsey Dawn McSpunk-Queen


Not just lovely, lovely, lovely BIG tits, but one of the sexiest Spunk Queens ever. I’ve seen all the things She does with men, including nuding Herself in front of 3 or 4 or more of them. She was 16 when She first appeared on Page 3, normally that’s too young I think, but She was already sexually mature if you believe what they print. Her poses were giving me wet pants from day 1, and She also appeared in mags and then on the Internet.

Some of the pants-spunks She gave me were almost painful, Her poses were SO exciting. The way She showed Her tits, and the sheer size of them often gave me breathing difficulties as my eyes popped and my erection strained painfully. Feeling the hot sensations in my tip and the spunk rise as I ogled Her had me whimpering and writhing in my seat, and then the intense ejaculation into my pants, violent shots of spunk, had me shaking like a rag doll.

This was another Voluptuous so it would likely have been a newsagents shop, and I saw it as soon as I got to the pervert’s top shelf of mags. Her fists were in front of Her big breasts as you can’t show nipples on the cover, and of course She’s pushing into Her breasts to squash them, and as I recall I think I went ”OHHH!” or something like that as I caught sight of Her.

I love to spend time holding each mag I take off the shelf up to my eyes so I can properly ogle, and I could feel the pulsations running through my erect penis as I ogled Miss Lindsey, one of the all-time big tit Goddesses. Pulsations lead to leaks, then pre-cum oozing, then full–force ejaculation, meaning I have to plant my feet to stop falling over as the convulsions wrack through me. Again if memory serves someone did walk past me, but I guess it just looked like a dirty old man in his mac buying his daily dose of dirty mags, and I probably pretended to cough to hide my shudders as She made cum jet into my underpants.

I love that feeling, pants-spunking in the shop and then walking all wet at the front (under my mac) to the counter. I feel like a real perv, and I’m hoping everyone who sees me, specially buying a load of dirty mags, is thinking ‘urgh, perv’, or ‘what a wanker’.

That wasn’t the only time She made me in the shop – but I’ve already told that story.

Miss Judy Conway


This was the name She was using when I first saw ‘Titanic Toni’ in my mags. And was She titanic – She had incredible big tits and made me pants-spunk more than any girl apart from Miss Danica back in the magazine days.

I remember one occasion when I was pants-spunking in my van holding a big pic of Miss Judy close to my face and several girls walked by, saying things like “look at that girl in the magazine!” and "what a wanker!” That makes the pants-spunk extra special.

I’d gone into this newsagents in London where I called most days to buy mags, and I picked up two, one was a Parade. Often Parades didn’t have a girl on the cover that I knew, and that was the case this time. I tended to always buy Parades cause they weren’t expensive and sometimes had a lovely Spunk Queen in them that I would easily spunk my pants looking at.

However, on this occasion, there was a reason why at the counter I was umming and aahing whether to buy the Parade as well – maybe cause both mags came to more than I was expecting, and I wanted to keep some cash for my next bookshop. Anyway, the Parade was on the counter so I just opened it, to see who might be in it, and it opened at the centre spread with Miss Judy posing there, an unbelievable pose with Her looking down at us, tongue poking between Her lips and squashing big, big bare tits.

I immediately put the money down for both mags and at the same time my unerect penis started to ejaculate into my pants, meaning I had to hold onto the counter to steady myself, as if I’d gone a bit dizzy. I don’t think the lady noticed.

A few days later, it was time to look at that Parade, parked up, and as I sometimes did, I opened my work trousers to avoid wetting them when the girl made me spunk my pants. When I got to that centre spread, knobby was just pumping and pumping, so much cum welling up through my underpants that it stained Her pics, as the mag was sitting in my lap!

Miss Debbie Jordan.



One of the lovely big tit models of the 80s, who often posed with Miss Donna Ambrose. She was on the cover of a ‘International Busty Girls’ magazine, topless, and squashing Her big tits between Her forearms, one of my favourite pants-spunk causing poses.

So it was an adult shop I think, with a lady serving, and I honestly couldn’t do anything but gawp at Miss Debbie on the cover, holding the mag right up to my face and talking to Her, while knobby stiffened and was soon pulsating as I ogled and talked pervy filth to Her, oblivious of where I was (I suspect actually I liked the idea of the shop lady hearing me and guessing what was about to happen).

I can tell what took place from the notes I wrote on the bit of sticky at the time, and I’m guessing it was one of those almost painful cums that starts with immediate ejaculation without the preliminaries, and knobby is squeezing big gobs of cum through a slit in my penis that feels like it’s too small, so that I moaned and moaned as if in pain.

My note records that ‘I moaned so loud the shop lady asked if I was ok’! I don’t know my reply, but I hope (though doubt) I said, “I am now Miss Debbie’s made me do it in my pants Miss!’”

Miss Danica / aka Miss Donna



This beautiful Goddess needs no intro. I worshipped Her for years, She made me spunk my pants more than any other girl in the pre-Internet era, not just because She appeared in mags a lot but because Her poses and Her figure and bosoms were out of this world.

I met Her and saw Her pose years later, She saw the scans of Her photos from my mags with captions and spunk-stains, not just when I sent them to Her but seeing them on my laptop during Worship Sessions that She allowed me. I also told Her, in worship sheets, emails and Explicit Messages, that She’d made me pants-spunk in the shop once.

This shop was Nostalgia Publications in York, and back in the 80s and 90s I got a lot of import mags there, as well as back-numbers of Spick & Span. This mag was Gent, November 1985 edition. It was an exchange, you could tell it had been ‘used’ a lot, and the price was £30 – a lot back then – with ‘2/3rds back on exchange’.

I never exchanged mags of course, unless when I got it home I found I’d already got it – I never risked not buying a mag just because I though I might already have it, I bought it every time just in case, it’s difficult to remember what you’ve got with a collection of over 10,000 mags.

That was not a shop to go into ecstasy in. It’s quite small and quiet, and although I sometimes saw a girl working out the back when someone came in or went out, She was never on the counter when I was there. But seeing Miss Danica on the cover, measuring Her lovely lovely big tits – 43” !!!!!!! – was too much.

Sometimes I get that sort of vacant dizzy feeling in my head when I see a lovely bare girl, and once or twice it felt that my head would explode with the swelling feelings I get. That often affects my balance, and I stagger a little bit, which was lovely when it happened after picking up a mag and ogling the cover in one of my favourite baregirl bookshops where a lady who knows me well serves.

My note at the time records just that Miss Donna made me spunk my pants in the shop, but no more detail, and my recollection is hazy because I must have gone into one of my dizzy trances. However the pants-spunk happened, I doubt I made too much noise or shudders, seeing as there was a bloke leaning on his counter reading, in between looking up at me every so often.

That was one of very very many pants-spunks Miss Danica gave me, in mags, online and in Her presence. Absolute Goddess.