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Even through the glass, you could see him. The way his stomach tensed, his head bent in pleasure, fisting his cock. You could hear the wet sound of skin on skin, pants leaving his slightly parted lips. What was he thinking about as he touched himself? You hoped it was you.

“You’re extra tight.”

“Please move,” you begged, throwing your arms around his neck. “Wanna feel you.”