Pleasure Parlour - Episode 2

She sat back in the velvet chair, legs spread wide, the silk robe falling open at her thighs. Her fingers moved slowly over her clit, circling, pressing, finding that rhythm she knew best. The camera caught everything. The wet sound of it. The way her hips lifted slightly each time her fingers slid lower, dipping inside before pulling back again. Across the room, he watched from the shadows. His hand moved over his cock in steady strokes, matching her pace without thinking. He could see how she opened for herself, how her body responded to her own touch. Her nipples tightened against the thin fabric still clinging to her chest. She moaned once, low and real, and he felt his own breath catch. She pushed two fingers deeper, curling them, and her thighs trembled. The robe slipped further down her shoulder. He wanted to cross the room, to replace her hand with his mouth, his cock, anything that would make her come harder than she could manage alone. Instead he stayed where he was, watching her chase it, watching her get closer, the muscles in her stomach tightening with each thrust of her wrist.