Mutual Masturbation

You stand close, just behind her, your breath warm against her shoulder. She leans forward slightly, her hand already between her legs, moving with practiced ease. You match her pace, watching her hips shift with every motion. The view drives your pulse faster—watching her unravel while your own hand works you in rhythm. You don't touch her, not yet. The tension hangs thick, your presence pressing close, every sound and movement syncing tighter.