Sanders, hidden in the shadows, observes Polly's private moment. He listens to her soft moans, watches her body writhe in pleasure. His cock strains against his pants as he imagines replacing her fingers with his own, feeling her wetness, hearing her gasps up close. He envisions her turning to him, inviting him to join, their bodies entwining in a passionate dance. But he remains still, his desire building, as he watches her tease herself, denying them both release.