He’d stopped Julia on the stairway while she was leaving her apartment to meet friends at the bar yet again. his hot piss on her bra-less tits felt great, the attention was thrilling, but she wondered why he never actually spoke to her beyond telling her to lean back on the steps.
Her friends would tease her about being a “little piss whore” the whole night and already having a piss soaked shirt meant that plenty of other men would use her tits, face, and cunt as a urinal while she was out, but she’d be imagining her hot upstairs neighbor the whole time.
She decided to ask him out on a date, the next time they ran into each other on the steps.
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