He quickly identified the wetness on his cock by the smell and smiled to himself. Her voice may not show it, but Eve was definitely getting off on this. The fingers pressing into him weren't exactly comfortable, but his body didn't care as they seemed to draw them in. Caught between the twin sensations all he could do was pant and writhe hoping for more. He had a feeling She wasn't gonna stop with a little prostate tickle and a blow job, but frankly at this point he wanted whatever she decided to do to him. "Eve..." He gasped. "More...please." Screw not begging, if she wanted at this point he'd crawl naked across the lobby wearing a fucking dog collar just to lick her shoes.