I climaxed as she solved the jigsaw puzzle, Murstar and I in a naked tangle on the living room floor

In a quiet, dimly lit room, a man watches a woman engrossed in a puzzle. Her concentration is intense, each piece fitting perfectly into place. The click-clack of the puzzle pieces creates a rhythmic soundtrack, heightening his anticipation. As her fingers deftly move, she remains oblivious to the growing tension in the air. The man’s eyes track her every move, his desire building with each piece she places. Unable to resist, he begins to stroke himself, matching his rhythm to the clicking of the puzzle. His climax approaches, synchronized with her final piece. The room fills with the sound of his release, as the puzzle comes together, completing both their tasks.