My Questionable Habit

I squirted some lotion into my hand and slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft. The cold wet lotion felt amazing as it lubricated my warm cock, which, thanks to some poor architectural decisions by the developers of our two units, I'm sure she could read the expression on my face. I took another check in glance— she had resumed smoking but hadn't sat down, instead was now casually leaning forward against the railing, looking very cool, but in my head I thought "yeah if the roles were reversed, I'd be leaning in for a better look too." Gotta be confident when you're doing these pandemic induced peep shows, folks. It's a must. Thanks alcohol!?