He whimpers, angling himself towards her a tiny bit more while he tries to keep his body still and his hips from bucking into her hand. His own hand from behind his back moves instead to grip her flank, holding on as a way to stabilize himself, his vision already going spotty. "Fuck, that feels... so good. Don't stop, please... don't stop." His hips twitch once before he gets them back under control, refusing to be the one who ruins this for them both. He manages to get enough presence of mind to look down, unable to keep from making another high-pitched sound at the way it looks, his fat weeping erection firmly in one of her tiny hands.