Mags FULL of bare girls

I loved buying my mags, always in my wank-mac and wank-trousers, goggle-eye glasses and cap, sometimes parked in my van outside the shop and ogling my new mags, hoping the lady inside could see me, specially when a girl's picture was making me spunk in my pants. Sometimes of course I couldn't even get to the counter before a girlie-goddess I worshipped on the cover of the mag was making me cum in my pants before I'd even bought the mag.