I'm in my car, watching a guy walk out of a Wawa, staring at.. (OnlyFans)

I'm in my car, watching a guy walk out of a Wawa, staring at his crotch. I'm not sure why I do it so much. I guess it's because I just want to know what his cock looks like. I do it all the time. I'm just curious. I'm a girl, and I'm curious about what a guy is packing. It's funny; I assign an imaginary dick to each guy I pick out. Some are massive and scary. Some are tiny and cute. I know it's odd, but I stare at dicks as you stare at tits. So please don't act like I'm the only whack job in the room. I wonder what it would feel like deep inside me. I wonder if I could take it. I wonder if I'd like it. I'm curious if he'd be the one to finally fuck me into submission. The ultimate cock kind of scenario. What? A girl can dream. Do you know what else I want to do? I want to be a waitress or a bartender, and when I find a hot guy, I must know what his dick looks like. Then, I want to ask him if I can get him anything else...a blowjob, maybe? Then, while he decides, I'll stand there and look at his crotch. Maybe touch my mound a bit to entice. If only that were socially acceptable...I would be in there like swimwear. Just saying. Man, minds work in weird ways, don't they? I don't know why that gets me wet, but it does. Oh well, better to be wet than dry... that's my motto! This phone keyboard is too hard to type on, so back to staring at imaginary dicks.