I wanted this close-up to feel like a private lesson before our first night, not a distant performance. My fingers hold the pussy open while masturbation stays deliberately slow and one fingertip draws patient circles around the clit. The lens catches every small twitch, each change in pressure, and the moment my hips begin asking for more. I stop short of rushing because anticipation makes your imagined attention feel closer. If your hand replaced mine after studying this rhythm, how long would you remain careful before deciding I had waited enough?
