[ Well fuck, you can't just rack up the intensity on a dime like that and expect him not to let out a loud, wanton cry just like he's asked to. Though as that hand keeps going, it may become very clear very quickly that he'd have been pretty vocal whether he was told to be or not.

Can't even keep his voice out of his steadily heavier breathing, only allowing a quick moment of silence to swallow back a gulp of air. That, too, turns into another groan in short order, ] Oooh, If you let me out of here I'd ride you 'til you couldn't see straight--whoever the hell you are.

[ Among other things, but as long as both their heads are in the same place... ]

But you keep going and I can tell you aaaall about how good you're doing~