You watch as the hands climb up his body, carressing the muscled planes of his stomach, teasing his soft nipples.
You watch and it makes you hard. The way those hands gently brush hair away from his face, then slowly trace a path through the center of his chest and down farther.
You watch and groan when those hands wrap around his growing cock. You lean into the touch, tilting forward until your head hits the top of the mirror.
You take a breath that fogs the glass and you stand back.
You watch. And you wish they were someone else's hands.