Our eyes locked with yours through the lens, daring you to blink first. At the start, it was pure play—slow, tempting gestures, making sure you caught every shiver, every breath. But as the minutes passed, the pressure inside us grew, our bodies shifting, thighs tightening, every movement charged with urgency. That delicious desperation made the air almost electric, knowing you were there, taking in every second of our struggle. And when the moment finally broke, our mouths crashed together, passion spilling over just as our bodies gave in. Tell me… how long could you really watch without giving in yourself?