The pulsating rhythm of the music vibrated through the crowded concert venue, filling the air with an electric energy that was almost tangible. Amidst the sea of people, one figure stood out in particular. She was a vision in black leather, her skirt hugging her curves in all the right places, drawing the eye of every man in the room.
But there was one man in particular who couldn't tear his gaze away. He was dressed in scruffy jeans and a faded band t-shirt, his eyes glued to the exposed flesh of her ass as she moved to the beat of the music. He felt a stirring in his pants, a hunger that he couldn't ignore.
Without a second thought, he began to jerk off, his movements quick and furtive as he pressed his cock against her periodically. She remained oblivious, lost in the music and the energy of the crowd. He became bolder with each passing moment, his movements more pronounced as he ground himself against her.
She felt something pressing against her, but assumed it was just the crush of the crowd. She shifted her weight, trying to find a more comfortable position, but the pressure only grew stronger. She turned her head slightly, casting a sidelong glance at the man behind her.
He was staring at her with a hunger that made her skin crawl. She felt a shiver of disgust run down her spine as she realized what was happening. She felt his cum on her ass, a wet stain that was impossible to ignore.
She turned around slowly, her eyes narrowed in disgust. "Did you just cum on me?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
He stuttered, caught off guard by her directness. "I-I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself," he said lamely.
She rolled her eyes, her contempt for him clear in her expression. "Gross. Go clean yourself up," she commanded, turning back to the stage.
He slinked away, defeated and embarrassed, but she remained unshaken. Her strong and controlling demeanor never faltered, even in the face of such unwanted advances. She continued to enjoy the concert, her body moving to the beat of the music as if nothing had happened.
The man was forgotten, just another unwanted advance in a long line of them. She was a woman who knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it. She was in control, always and forever. And nothing, not even a stranger's cum, could shake her.
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