She started to feel a little turned on and thought to herself, “I don’t know how many more years I got until menopause, maybe it’s time I finally get a baby.” She walked to her closet to find all her clothes had changed into some very slutty outfits, from tops with massive boob windows to bottoms that should be considered underwear with how short they are. Perusing her clothing, she bit her lip as she imagine herself getting a nice large cock plunging her loose pussy and filling her full of children. She settled on a black virgin slayer sweater without a bra, some bright pink hot pants, and some black tights that matched the sweater. She finished it off with some bright pink heels that matched her pants, posing in the mirror a few times by giving herself affirmations in her head.
“You are a fuckable slut and you are going to get a dick today.”
With her spirits up and her pussy needy, she left her home to drive into town. Parking her car somewhere out of sight, she stretched her limbs as much as she could. Then, she began her stride. Immediately turning the corner, she could tell she was already getting looks. Her outfit left little to the imagination, so she just kept on going. She struck a pose and heard several moans and whistles. They loved her, and were just shy of reaching into their pants and masturbating in public. All the attention definitely got her worked up as her nipples tightened in her sweater. One bold soul walked up to her and started to talk to her. “Hey pretty lady, what are you doing out here dressed like that.” Marina eyed this male, and she liked was she saw. He was a horse anthro, with an obvious package growing in size just by being in close proximity to her. He was wearing tight sweatpants that outlined his bulge and thighs and a tank top that clung to his sweaty abs. He was obviously running, but she was getting as much eye candy as he was. Between the two of them, there was so much lust and musk that it formed a visible cloud that could be smelled before it was seen. It was only a matter of time before one of them would make the first move.