In the soft glow of dawn, eye contact hand job begins with her silk robe slipping from creamy shoulders. She traces lazy circles over her nipples until they peak beneath the fabric, whispering “eye contact hand job” like a secret mantra. The camera lingers as she parts her thighs, fingers sliding through slick folds while moaning the word “eye contact hand job” again and again. Every slow thrust of her fingers matches the rhythm of her breathy “eye contact hand job… eye contact hand job…”, building until her back arches and she comes with a trembling cry of pure “eye contact hand job”.