No hiding? Well, he does like to see her. She can't complain. Her face is flushed and her expression flickers between amusement and a sort of distant, unfocused concentration as she tries to ride out the little jolts of pleasure from the warmth and the vibration and the sense of intense anticipation that bubbles up in her. Then his hand finds her breast and she presses into him, one hand still grasping at at his shirt as she rocks her hips against her own self-pleasure.

"Oh, Howl-hah-"

The tip of the toy drags against her sex again, rubs against the little sensitive nub, and then she carefully begins to work it into herself, spreading herself open bit by bit as his hand toys with her breast. There's a wave of pleasure and joy and lust that comes flowing back to him along their link. It's almost a feedback loop at this point.