Witnessing this provocative spectacle unfold before his very eyes, Ethan Caldwell felt his breathing become increasingly labored. The air around him seemed to thicken, heavy with tension, as his chest heaved with ragged, audible gasps that he could no longer suppress. His burning gaze was fixed, unblinking, on Julian Sterling's slender, agile fingers as they glided effortlessly over the smooth, pale pink surface of the silicone instrument. In the chaotic fever of his mind, Ethan began to hallucinate, wildly imagining that those same exquisite hands were not caressing a cold toy, but were instead wrapping around his own scorching, throbbing member. He could almost feel the phantom sensation of that soft skin stroking him, inch by inch, the delicate fingertips dancing over his sensitive glans, teasing and tormenting him until he was on the brink of madness.
