While she wasn't able to ignore his attention, she also seemed to be trying to avoid acknowledging him more than she couldn't avoid. Kakumaoh didn't care one way or another about that; her body would still respond well enough until he got bored with her or she was too exhausted to continue, and it would be too much effort for too little return to force her to look at him.

He sped up his thrusts into her as her body started to give in. At the same time, he resumed fondling her breasts, massaging her nipples between thumb and finger.

Nola lets out cries and moans as Kakumoah picks up speed with his thrusts. She winces feeling his hands back on her breasts and tries hard stifle her moans, but it was no good. Her body seemed to want to move with him, but she was still able to at least prevent herself from doing that. She didn't know how long before she gave in to that as well though. The thought of it gave her a twisted sick feeling deep down.

The girl was obviously fighting against her body's reactions and slowly losing the battle. He could feel her struggles to avoid moving in concert with him through his hold on her and sense the despair at the realization that she couldn't keep doing so for that long. "Just give in and save yourself the trouble," he said. "We both know it's inevitable anyway." As he spoke, he shifted subtly, seeking out her sensitive spots.