The Voyeur

As she looked closer, she saw his hand was busy at his crotch, rhythmically working. His eyes, dark and intense, were locked on her ass, her pussy, her every movement. He was jerking as he watched, his own desire mirroring the primal scene unfolding before him. Helen said nothing. She didn't tense, didn't flinch. Instead, she just stared at him, at the young man jerking his cock, his gaze burning into hers.
A different kind of fire ignited deep within her, an unexpected, wild surge of arousal that transcended anything she had felt before. The sheer brazenness of it, the raw, unadulterated voyeurism, fueled her climax like nothing else. Her entire body began to tremble, her muscles clenching around Alec's cock with frantic intensity. Each thrust became an unbearable pleasure, the sight of the young man watching, his own passion building, sending her over an edge she hadn't known existed.