A secret shared between us, a silent understanding. I sit, cock in hand, as she observes, her eyes reflecting my every move. The air is thick with anticipation, her gaze igniting a fire within me. I stroke, feeling the heat rise, her presence amplifying my pleasure. She's a voyeur, I, her willing subject. Our connection, electric, our bodies responding in synchrony, her breath quickening as my strokes grow more insistent, our dance a testament to our mutual desire.