"N-nngh, oh fuck.." he whines desperately. The dildo isn't even barely halfway in and it's large girth is stretching him out in ways he never thought was possible. He already came once, just from the tip breaching his entrance.
Maybe it was a little *(much more than little,)* bigger than he could handleโ and not only that; tye dildo could vibrate. But he couldn't help himself. Not when you bought it just for him, and asked him to play with himself using it with those cunning eyes of yours.
You watch him as he slowly lowers himself onto the length, each subtle movement eliciting a loud whine from him. His knuckles are turning white as his nails dig into the bedsheets and his cock is pathetically leaking a gracious amount of pre-cum onto the sheets.
His expression isn't any better; loose hair strands are sticking to his sweat, tears are welling up in his eyes, and his eyes are either dazed or rolled into the back of his head.