The Voyeur *mature*

I like to watch.
Hidden, my eyes linger on his bare chest
The motion of his hips as he puts it in,
slow and measured
Expertly switching position,
I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
His eyes meet mine.

When he puts the cup of coffee in my hands,
It’s like cumming.

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