The humming noise does not catch Howl off guard - he knows how to turn the toy on, after all - allowing him to focus completely on Iramaat's delectable reaction to its first push beyond her outer lips. She might catch a brief glimpse of the pink flush that spreads across his face as his eyes tear away from her face and dart down her body.

"Lovely. Lush," he murmurs, letting out the deep breath he'd been holding in at the same time. His hand pets farther in, his fingertips resting at the innermost boundary of her thigh, just close enough to spread her pussy open by pulling gently on the skin. "No need to hurry, love..."