‘Imagine arriving home after a really tiring day at work (or at school), eager to collapse on your bed and call it a day, only to find Jacob on your bed, masturbating. You’re not sure what to look at: The hand furiously working on his cock; or his face, eyes screwed shut and mouth agape while he moans, sighing your name repeatedly under his breath; or the way his muscles tense underneath his sweat-slicked skin. Would you immediately jump on him, giving him the ride of his life, or would you continue watching him, observing how he touches himself, listening to the way his voice breaks as he keeps moaning your name desperately?’