"Oh, I know you can. In fact... I wouldn’t mind watching you ride your own hand again," his voice drops to a purr, more animal than human, and a deep flush colours her cheeks just at the thought of him watching her masturbate. "Or one of those toys you use," he adds and a whiff of wind forces the top drawer of her desk open. The purple dildo rattles as she tries to ignore it, demanding her attention the same way the stranger does. "I bet this doesn’t come half as close to what I can give you."