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I’ve always had a kink for feeling someone’s release on my body — especially on my clothes. There’s something about the way it clings to the fabric, how it slowly cools against my skin, that gets me every time. Sometimes it’s a partner I know well, sometimes it’s a stranger from a wild night, but the rush is the same: warm cum staining my top, making me wet in more ways than one.
1. The Stranger in the Club
Confession:
It started when I was out dancing in this packed club. I’d met a guy who was all swagger and hands wandering too far. We slipped into a dark corner, the music pounding. He pressed me against the wall, one hand cupping my breast through my flimsy crop top, the other slowly unzipping his pants. The club was loud enough to cover our whispered moans. He stroked himself while I teased him through the fabric of his shirt, my own pulse hammering with reckless excitement. Suddenly, he groaned, trembling, and hot jets of cum shot across my top, splattering my cleavage. I bit my lip, feeling each drop soak into the fabric, turning me on even more. I spent the rest of the night wearing his release, the damp patch right between my breasts, letting it remind me of how fast and dirty things can get with a stranger.
