I'm the silent observer to her secret ritual. Her body, mine to admire, as she sprawls on the bed, legs spread, fingers plunging into her wetness. She's masturbating to the thought of me, her eyes closed, imagining my cock filling her. Her breath hitches, her moans grow louder as she nears her climax. I watch, hard and aching, as she comes undone, her body convulsing with her release. She's mine, and this intimate moment only serves to strengthen that bond.