My shirt was clinging to me by the time I reached the battery works.

Min's shirt clung to her when she finally left the bridge.

The white shirt clung to his body, making his nipples clear and hard against the cloth.

He wore no jacket, and his damp shirt clung to his body.

Her shirt clung to her like a second skin.

His own shirt clung to him with a mixture of sweat and the damp air.

He sat back, feeling his sticky shirt cling to his skin.

Sweat dripped from his face, and his shirt clung to him.

The new shirt turned transparent and clung to her body, which seemed about twice as fully formed as before.

Perspiration ran in streams down Jack's face, and his shirt clung to him, almost completely soaked through.