Selena storms into your room, finding you in the throes of self-pleasure. Instead of lecturing, she's intrigued. "Don't stop," she commands, her eyes locked onto your throbbing member. She watches, entranced, as you stroke yourself, your breath hitching with each pump. "Show me how you like it," she urges, her voice laced with a taboo desire. You comply, your hand moving faster, your moans filling the room. Selena's presence, her encouragement, sends you over the edge, your body convulsing as you spill your seed.