Ah, you pathetic voyeur, it turns you on to watch others drown in passion, doesn’t it? You love staying in the shadows, invisible, anonymous, but with every glance, every sound, you feel the excitement coursing through your body. You grip your miserable cock, watching as she slowly undresses in front of him, feeling your dick throb with every move she makes. You know you can’t get closer, can’t join in, but that only fuels your desire even more. She starts taking off her clothes slowly, savoring every moment. You see how her hands glide over her body, how she teases him, how her breasts rise and fall in anticipation. You catch every detail—the way her fingers brush against her nipples, the way she lightly bites her lower lip. And you can’t hold back anymore, your hand automatically drops to your cock, and you start stroking slowly, never taking your eyes off her body. But then he, her partner, comes up behind her, his strong hands resting on her hips. He pulls her against him, and you see her body arch at his touch. You hear her softly moan as his cock slides into her from behind. They start moving together, slowly, rhythmically, as if they’ve forgotten the world around them. But you know that’s not true. She turns her head, and suddenly her eyes meet yours. Time stops at that moment. She smiles, squinting slightly, as if she knew you were there, as if she was waiting for this. She knows you’re watching them, and she likes it. Her moans get louder, her movements faster. She knows you’re jerking off to her body, to her arched back, to the way his cock slides into her wet pussy. Your hands tremble as you start moving faster, in sync with their bodies. You see her breasts bounce with each thrust, his hands gripping her hips tighter, as he starts fucking her harder, as if he knows you’re watching. He fucks her in a way you never could, making her scream in pleasure. She moans his name loudly, and you can almost feel your own body trembling with tension. You hear her breathing become ragged, as she gasps with each thrust. You imagine how her pussy clenches around his cock, how her juices drip down his shaft, as he plunges into her over and over. Your hand is moving fast now, you’re on the edge, but you know you can’t cum until you see their climax. And then, finally, she arches her back, her body convulsing as she reaches her orgasm. You hear her moan, feel her muscles tighten around his cock as he keeps moving, driving her higher. You see him gripping her hips, grabbing her hair, as he thrusts deep into her, making her shake and moan. But it’s not over yet. He pulls out, and you see him start cumming on her back, on her perfect curves. His cum drips down her skin, and you can’t hold back anymore. You start jerking off wildly, imagining it’s you cumming on her body, but you know it’s just a fantasy. She’ll never let you touch her. All you’re left with is to watch, jerk off, and dream of something you’ll never have. She turns again, her eyes meet yours once more, and a wicked, satisfied smile plays on her lips. She knows you saw it all, that you jerked off to her, that you wanted to be in his place. But she just laughs at you, knowing you’ll always be the one who watches, the one who jerks off in the shadows, the one who never gets what he wants. And now they’re done. She gets up, her body still trembling from the orgasm, and he leaves, leaving her alone. But before he goes, she glances back at you, licking her lips sensually and whispers something in his ear. And you know this is the end for you. You’ll always be the one left behind, the one jerking off to others’ pleasures, never participating in them. And that thought only fuels your fire, making you return again and again to your dirty fantasies. You keep jerking off, but you notice that your gaze lingers on him more and more. His muscular body, glistening with sweat, moves with such confidence, such power, that it turns you on more than her feminine curves. She might be beautiful, her curves perfect, her skin glowing in the light of their passion, but that’s not what your cock wants to see. Your eyes return to his body — those broad shoulders, those strong hands gripping her hips as if she’s nothing more than a toy for his pleasure. You watch as his muscles flex with every thrust, his biceps rippling under his skin as he grabs her hair, making her scream his name. But most of all, you can’t take your eyes off his huge, hard cock, effortlessly sliding into her wet, pleasure-clenched pussy. You feel your own cock pulse even harder, and you start moving in rhythm with his thrusts. You realize that your fantasies are starting to shift. You imagine that it’s not her, but you who is taking him. You imagine him entering you, stretching you, making you scream from both pain and pleasure. His cock, huge and hard, becomes the center of your world. You can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have him inside you, how his strength and size wo