The man's gaze

He's staring right at you. You make an eye contact which you cannot break and he declines to. Somehow looking into his eyes you can tell his heartrate is increasing from Jenny's efforts. His mighty chest swells and empties with exertion as he thrusts in time to the girl's gyration. His jaw is tight and yet his gaze never leaves your face. His eyes are gentle but with a depth that you are lost in, you sense a hunger, a hunger for something you can't quite parse.

No one has ever looked at you quite like this and it has you stunned. Well, it has your mind stunned, without thought or notice your hand continues to stroke your little member. This goes on for a while. You're vaguely aware that the older woman's admonishments had turned to praise for giving her all riding the man. Jenny herself is making all sorts of noise but everything besides his eyes is far in the background of your mind.

And suddenly the spell is broken. The man closes in eyes and you know that he is orgasming deep in Jenny's warm pussy. You're jealous but your jealousy feels strange, it's not where you are used to feeling it. You contemplate this for the merest moment, with eye contact broken you feel released from stasis and your orgasm spasms out of you. It's the largest one in recent memory. something about release after being pent up, even if only for a couple days was exponentially more intense. Maybe Cerve was right about the downsides of such frequent masturbation, this feeling was worth so much more than the sum of two jerk off sessions.