Ilima moans as He Ming guides the toy inside of him. He presses back to get the most of the sensation, hand pressed to keep the toy as far as it'll go. He moves it once He Ming stops, nodding his head to his question.

"Much... better," he gasps, though the size is much to be desired. The explanation makes sense, so he doesn't complain. Ilima only groans louder the faster he moves the toy, ignoring everything else in favor of feeling pleasure. Breathing heavily, he thrusts the toy in and out with ease, making him shake and whine.