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A stranger's eyes meet yours through the glass, fixated on your glistening spandex leggings. The wet fabric clings to your curves, every contour visible as you stretch, the room's heat intensifying the shine. Your heart races, knowing he's watching, imagining your dampness. He strokes his length, pre-cum beading, as you bite your lip, nipples hardening. His hand moves faster, his breath fogging the glass. You can't look away as he explodes, his cum smearing against the pane, a primal mark of his desire.